Hi dear, how are you this morning?
How's it been since we first met?
Have you tried to catch the lightning?

Have you burnt your hands while trying to be fed? eh?

I'm not the man you were seeking

Not the friend that I pretend
'Cause you have hands in my pockets
You're a tired banquet laying on a bed


What is wrong?
I think I left you guessing

whether yes or no
I have become professional
In terms of make believe

I constantly deceive

So dear I guess I'm too late

To convince you that I'm late
You should trust your lack of knowledge
And the shelter of your predictable bed


What is wrong?
I think I left you guessing

whether yes or no
I finally learned a lesson, eh?
For I think

There are parts of the female heart
I constantly deceive
I have become professional

In terms of make believe
I constantly deceive


So darling, sing me a song
Tell me that my music's wrong
Have I finally learned a lesson

You know well that I'm professional
in you's and me's
we could end up together in dimensions never seen

And I could send you letters
If I wasn't so obscene
to charm and to be charmed

the game can seem familiar
to the female heart
you barely wear within

the heart you wear within