She plays her mouth into a smile. And offers that he stay a while. Two hearts that beat as one. And eyes that hardly ever saw the sun. Hollywood babbles on.
I'll be the ticket if you're my collector. I've got the fare if you're my inspector. I'll be the luggage, if you'll be the porter. I'll be the parcel if you'll be my sorter.
Head over heels I've fit in before. Now I don't want to do it no more. I've held it all in with blood on my face. Built it up man so bad you can taste.