Eyes that tell me baby you don't need no invitation
Let me smoke another cigarette, before I make a move
I can see me in the morning
Losing my direction deep inside my overcoat looking for the door
I don't wanna stay with you
I just wanna play with you
One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
You think you're pretty well so do I
You came to me but passion dies
Got no imagination to clutter up my head
Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes
Lets have another drink dear, before we get deranged
I can see me in the morning, avoiding your detection
Slowly down the staircase looking for the door
All is fair in love and war
But I don't want your love no more
One sweet abbreviation, sleeping like the dead
You're fragile and you're very green
Conditioned by a milk machine
Got no imagination
Got no imagination
Take a walk kid
Eyes that tell me, baby you don't need no invitation
Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
I can see me in the morning losing my direction
Deep inside my overcoat footsteps for the door