The camera pans the cocktail glass, behind a blind of plastic plants I found the lady with the fat diamond ring. then you know I can't remember a damn thing.
I think it's one of those de ja vu things, or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something. Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it. I don't know, I doubt it.
Subterranean by design, I wonder what I would find if I met you, let my eyes caress you, until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?
Often wonder what makes her work. I guess I'll leave that question to the experts, assuming that there are some out there. they're probably alone, solitaire.
I can remember when I caught up with a pastime intimate friend. She said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely, but you probably don't think nothin' of me."
She was right, though, I can't lie. She's just one of those corners in my mind, and I just put her right back with the rest. That's the way it goes, I guess.
Baby you send me Set adrift on memory bliss of you
Careless whisper from a careless man, a neutron dance for a neutron fan; marionette strings are dangerous things, I thought of all the trouble they bring.
An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy, rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh. Tell me that she's not dreaming. She's got an ace in the hole, it doesn't have meaning.
Reality used to be a friend of mine, 'cause complete control, I don't take too kind. Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on. Guess who's piece of the cake is Jack gone?
She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign. I told her whispers in my heart were fine. what did she think she could do? I feel for her, I really do.
And I stared at the ring finger on her hand, I wanted her to be a big PM Dawn fan, but I had to put her right back with the rest. That's the way it goes, I guess.
Baby you send me... Set adrift on memory bliss of you
