The camera pans the cocktail glass,

behind a blind of plastic plants;

I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.

then you know I can't remember a damn thing.

I think it's one of those de ja vu things,

or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something.

Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it.

I don't know, I doubt it.

Subterranean by design,

I wonder what I would find if I met you,

let my eyes caress you,

until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?

Often wonder what makes her work.

I guess I'll leave that question to the experts,

assuming that there are some out there.

they're probably alone, solitaire.

I can remember when I caught up

with a pastime intimate friend.

She said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely,

but you probably don't think nothin' of me."

She was right, though, I can't lie.

She's just one of those corners in my mind,

and I just put her right back with the rest.

That's the way it goes, I guess.



Baby you send me

Set adrift on memory bliss of you



Careless whisper from a careless man,

a neutron dance for a neutron fan;

marionette strings are dangerous things,

I thought of all the trouble they bring.

An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy,

rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh.

Tell me that she's not dreaming.

She's got an ace in the hole,

it doesn't have meaning.

Reality used to be a friend of mine,

'cause complete control, I don't take too kind.

Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on.

Guess who's piece of the cake is Jack gone?

She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign.

I told her whispers in my heart were fine.

what did she think she could do?

I feel for her, I really do.

And I stared at the ring finger on her hand,

I wanted her to be a big PM Dawn fan,

but I had to put her right back with the rest.

That's the way it goes, I guess.



Baby you send me...

Set adrift on memory bliss of you