This is a calling card
Maybe it will be a farewell note
The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote

But if I avert your gaze
And I should become a shrinking flower
Just punch me on the arm

This could be our finest hour

'Til now this was my view

But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going got make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily

I want you to be...

My lovely hooligan

Come by and smash my pane
'Til I can see right though
My little blue window


This is a fingerprint
Maybe you will feel a fond caress

But when you start to speak
Are you tempted to confess?


Well, I was a gloomy soul
Never thought I see a brighter day
The dark interior

Blows those silver clouds away

'Til now this was my view

But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going got make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily

I want you to be...

My lovely hooligan

Come by and smash my pane
'Til I can see right though
My little blue window