Eyes that tell me baby you don't need no invitation

Let me smoke another cigarette, before I make a move

I can see me in the morning

Losing my direction deep inside my overcoat looking for the door

I don't wanna stay with you

I just wanna play with you

One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead

You think you're pretty well so do I

You came to me but passion dies

Got no imagination to clutter up my head

Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes

Lets have another drink dear, before we get deranged

I can see me in the morning, avoiding your detection

Slowly down the staircase looking for the door

All is fair in love and war

But I don't want your love no more

One sweet abbreviation, sleeping like the dead

You're fragile and you're very green

Conditioned by a milk machine

Got no imagination

Got no imagination

Take a walk kid

Eyes that tell me, baby you don't need no invitation

Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move

I can see me in the morning losing my direction

Deep inside my overcoat footsteps for the door