The camera pans the [bad word] glass,
Behind a blind of plastic plants;
I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
Then you know i can't remember a [bad word] 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, "bet you're probably gonna say i look lovely,
But you probably don't think nothin' of me."
She was right, though, i can't lie.
She's just one of those corners in my mind,
And i just put her right back with the rest.
That's the way it goes, i guess.

Baby you send me
Set adrift on memory bliss of you

Careless whisper from a careless man,
neutron dance for a neutron fan;
Marionette strings are dangerous things,
I thought of all the trouble they bring.
An eye for an eye, a spy for a [bad word] bands expand in a [bad word] sigh.
Tell me that she's not dreaming.
She's got an ace in the hole,
It doesn't have meaning.
Reality used to be a friend of mine, [bad word] control, i don't take too kind.
Christina applegate, you gotta put me on.
Guess who's piece of the cake is jack gone?
She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign.
I told her whispers in my heart were fine.
What did she think she could do?
I feel for her, i really do.
And i stared at the ring finger on her hand,
I wanted her to be a big pm dawn fan,
But i had to put her right back with the rest.
That's the way it goes, i guess.

Baby you send me...
Set adrift on memory bliss of you