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 eyes
  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. No
    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