Pulled down that cardboard box from the attic. The one with the letters from you. Put on those old records while I was at it. The ones that we fell in love to.
Seems like lately we're losin' touch. Work to hard and worry too much. I think it's time for me and you. To get back to what we used to do. . We'd steal away on a Saturday night.
(matraca berg/wendy waldman/josh leo). . Well, all the girls you see walkin' in here. Acting like you're heaven sent. You tightrope-walkin' song of a gun.
Well, I hate it to admit it. When you dropped your hook, I bit it. One look and you swept me away. . When I dug a little deeper. It was obvious to see, youre nothing more.
Well, all the girls you see walkin' in here. Acting like you're heaven sent. You tightrope-walkin' song of a gun. You think you're the main event. But the minute our eyes met.