Topless models, doing semaphore
Wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored.
Illuminations, on a rainy day
When she walks her footsteps sing 
reckless serenade

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need
Call up to listen to the voice of reason
And got the answering machine

The type of kisses
Where teeth collide
When she laughs the Heavens hum
stun-gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens
With the shining spiral eyes
Their hypnosis goes unnoticed 
When she's walking by

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need
Call up to listen to the voice of reason
And got his answering machine
I left my message but did he forget back to me
And now I'm stuck still wondering
How it's meant to be

Singing a reckless serenade