From the album "WTF".
NO SIR, SIR
Here she comes
There she goes
Thought you knew her
Well what did you know?
I'm in a room that you never will see
The crux of the biscuit
The matter with me is
The way you come
Then you go
Like a salesman going door to...
Door to door
Said it just like they do on my TV
How long since I saw you
How bad can I be really?
No Sir Sir
No Sir Sir
You just can't treat her like furniture
No Sir Sir
No Sir Sir
You'll only make her walk away
And leave you to your little lonely game
(I mean it, this is for the birds...)
Oh my my
Can you fly?
Can you boogie?
Will you even try?
Lost in a telephone I never see
The face in the mirror I'm trying to be
Are you man or mouse?
Friend or foe?
Have any opinions?
Do you even know?
You're cool and slick
Just as slick as can be
As slick as a weasel
Much quick-er than me
No Sir Sir
No Sir Sir
You better open up the aperture
No Sir Sir
No Sir Sir
You'll only send her on her way
To find someone who isn't saying
No Sir Sir
No Sir Sir
I think I figured out this game
But I play
Anyway
5th Floor,
Neck ties and Lingerie
Ignore
Who's talkin' anyway?
It's more
Than I can keep awake
But the florist will be
So kind
Oh my
Oh my
Oh...
Guitar solo
On your mark
Take your place
Here we go right into Outer Space!
My, there's the Earth!
It looks lovely from here!
As blue as a fountain!
As blue as the tears that you don't want to hear much about...
No Sir Sir
No Sir Sir
Me seen right through it
Me just can't do it...
Why's she melancholy?
No Sir Sir...
Me just can't do it
Me just gonna leave it alone
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