Come to me, I'm your boogie man. Come to me, let me take your hand. Smile, you waited for some floor. Come to me, understand. Baby, don't you want some more.
(Mark Spiro). . Maybe he lives in the city. Workin' on a college degree. Or maybe he's a boy in Paris. Tryin' to paint a picture of me. . So I'm sorry that I can't go any further with you.
I can't reach behind your eyes. You always look away. You hide behind your alibis. And change your mind. From day to day. . If there's something I can do.
In my life I've seen such things. That I wish I had not seen. But through your eyes I can let it go. When you're lying here with me. . Sunshine knocking on my window.
The day begins with CNN. And it looks like World War III. The forecast calls for freezing rain. It doesn't matter much to me. The Wheel of Fortune never turns, it's all insanity.
I cant reach behind your eyes. You always look away. You hide behind your alibis. And change your mind. From day to day. . If theres something I can do.
He looks like De Niro. She's his Brigitte Bardot. And that's enough to hang around. With those who think they know. But if you've got the image. And symbols of success.