Topless models, doing semaphore Wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored. Illuminations, on a rainy day When she walks her footsteps sing A reckless serenade
I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need Call up to listen to the voice of reason And got the answering machine
The type of kisses Where teeth collide When she laughs the Heavens hum A stun-gun lullaby
Those twinkling vixens With the shining spiral eyes Their hypnosis goes unnoticed When she's walking by
I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need Call up to listen to the voice of reason And got his answering machine I left my message but did he forget back to me And now I'm stuck still wondering How it's meant to be