Look out
Look where you wanna be
Look left
Look where you left me
I should have known
By the ice in your eye
That you warm me up in your so sweet demise and
Nestled in your calculated moonshine
Boy you give good...
Love, plastic love
You''''re a genuine wannabe
You got it all up your blue sleeve, your sleeve
You got it all up your blue sleeve
But me
Papa oh papa tonight
Papa oh I''''ll be alright