An invitation to dance on the floor

Entertainment was low in my home

My vicious eyes; what is love?

Is it something inside my brain

Love, oh it's driving us all insane

The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes

It's not a suprise

Nothing really matters to him



Spies, looking into my window

I watch

Spies, they're watching us tonight



The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes

It's not a suprise



I see through your lies

With my bionic eyes

I see through your mind

With my bionic, bionic

I see through your lies with my bionic eyes

Bionic, bionic, bionic eyes