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, baby you send me
Set adrift on memory bliss of you
Careless whisper from a careless man,
A 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 spy,
Rubber bands expand in a frustrating 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,
Cause complete control, I don't take too kind
Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on
Guess who's piece of the cake was Jacc Bond
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, baby you send me
Set adrift on memory bliss of you
Baby you send me, baby you send me
Baby you send me, baby you send me
Baby you send me, baby you send me
Baby you send me, baby you send me...
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