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,