Who the devil has that boy been calling?
Hotel manager was such a sight
Making moves with a plastic lover

Runs about a thousand pounds a night

Mr. Fickle with the passive finger

Come on, baby, what you waiting for?
My heart is on the blinkers
I have your picture but I want more

You're out of reach and I'm stuck in the USA
I need to know that this is gonna go down my way


Don't stop for breathing
Leave it when you're older
Listen to that devil on your shoulder

Don't stop for reasons
Be a little bolder
Everybody's got their lovesick seasons


I think I'm going into hibernation
Pull the blankets up around my face

Hold tight for information
My hands are ready to take their place


Mr. Fickle with the sticky fingers
Come on, baby, what you waiting for?
My heart is on the blinkers

I hear your voice but I want more
You're out of reach, I'm stuck in the USA
When I get you this is gonna go down my way


What are you wearing?
I don't know