Stilhetto heels, recessive jeans
Match the angles that adorn her
But girls like these are cash machines
There's one on every other corner
I had a taste for that dish and I found it a little hard to relinquish my hold or so I'm told.
And we talked, and we kissed
Now I'm really sorry, it didn't work out like I promised
When you lose you have to remember
That is the way that the male mind moves
I took her to my living room
The place where I do all my living
There's no oil paintings hanging there
But the light is ever so forgiving
I had a taste for that kind and it lodges in the spare room of my mind. It's so cold or so I'm told.
And we talked, and we kissed
Now I'm really sorry, it didn't work out like I promised
When you lose you have to remember
That is the way that the male mind moves
Mistakes that I've made
I really tried til I nearly died
But I failed! I failed!
I always fail. I always fail...