Some fellows look at the eyes. Some fellows look at the nose. Some fellows look at the size. Some fellows look at the clothes. I don't care if her eyes are red.
I was at the breakwall, I was lookin' at the sea. In back of the eight ball in some misery. There on the horizon stood a mighty ship of fools. They were headin' into the harbor with all their broken rules.
First I Look at the Purse. by the J. Geils Band. Some fellas look at the eyes. Some fellas look at the nose. Some fellas look at the size. Some fellas look at the clothes.
First I Look at the Purse. by the J. Geils Band. Some fellas look at the eyes. Some fellas look at the nose. Some fellas look at the size. Some fellas look at the clothes.
When I've got something to say,. Well, don't I always let you know?. So that you and I can go my way together.. And if I get carried away,. Well, I could be sailing on a song.