Naturally I heard the doctor say Cut the cord and give the child away So you had him over for dinner Carving beans with a butcher knife I'm back
I spy for the FBI (I spy for the FBI) I spy for the FBI (I spy for the FBI) I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house That sees what I can't
She paints her fingernails forbidden tones She wants nervous youth on the telephone He don't call She sticks another pin In her doll And puts him
My mind is finally clearing What is this sound I'm hearing? Chainsaws on bone and gristle Carving out a new epistle I've got my pencil sharpened
Down on the beat They're lining up everyone Who's got a mind on a bullet and a mouth like a gun Boys and girls Stripped to their innocence We run
You're different from me All the boundaries are defined If we keep up with these truces One of will lose their mind And I consciously object to
Put your make up on Though your face is long Clothes that fit you wrong What's wrong with you Last night's Romeo He just had to go I don't wanna
Bring it in tight and cut to her face Fade up the lights 'till it wipes out the place Put on your pants cause she's put out a trace on you She'
Stand before it to the nines Hurry up and get in line They've got your ashes scattered Before you even burn Blasting off for baby town Wearing
no one knows better as he takes off your sweater Just what he means when he's promised you the world CHORUS: Down in front That's all they want Just two
You said that I would be sorry if you went away You said I wouldn't be happy without hell to pay You said the teardrops would fall Between the bedroom
3 on a fever, down in the dumps the 1st one hollers, the 2nd one jumps the 3rd writes a letter to his family says I'd kill everyone if it was up to
Little girl playin' with the moonlight Shine it on me, shine it on me There's a cloud over my light and its troubling me, troubling me Such a world
I went to the marketplace They said they liked my face Better than a digital watch You got it, we're pros and we can spot it So I thought it was
Ohs, yeahs, and ai ya yas Verse 1: Oh girl, yeah, yeah, yeah He says you almost need a bodyguard Just to go walking down the boulevard Little
Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress She said
Out in the street They're tryin' to arrest my friend They put him on ice now twice But he's back again Well he did that dance in Harlem All across
Get in your car and go Dependin' on how you feel Turn up your radio DJ says the love is real He thinks it's the latest sensation And you just keep
