And I'm not the judge or the referee And I can't accept, 'cause I am uptight And the smoke screen into my eyes are burning My concern is I just might get a new life
And I can't relate to the hypnotist And I can't get close, 'cause of plastic wrap And I want to have kids, but their father's up inside the clouds The distance between us on my mind
Up until now things have been fine, temporarily You're cute, but the circumstances have changed Your substitution method crutch Your whole protection from your fame There's presentation on my ploy Is to change my cellophane boy
Oh, it's not the 70s Let your future fly with me
Up until now things have been fine, temporarily You're cute, but the circumstances have changed Your substitution method crutch Your whole protection from your fame There's presentation on my ploy Is to change my cellophane boy
And I want your habit to be me Your harbor and your refugee
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