hes like a whip that doesnt crack youll take a sip and youre on your back those big blue eyes are hard to reach so impossible it makes you meek like a guitar that cries for days seduces you in a thousand ways you feel his strings now youre up tied it makes any girl weaken at his side cause hes not undercover he walks past his lovers and the others know theres no defense there is no evidence he creates an illusion that leads to confusion and you give up your common sense well thats my two cents hes like a wall thats made of steel too cold to touch and not much to feel his silent smile he shares with you the tricks of the trade hes glad to lose into thin air he disappears gives one last look and a frozen leer your heart for sure is good as gone loves a tv set that says its nothing on cause hes not undercover he walks past his lovers and the others know theres no defense there is no evidence he creates an illusion that leads to confusion and you give up your common sense well thats my two cents theres no pi with a promise of a glimpse all the coins dissipate when there are no fingerprints dont retrace your steps cause he s starin right at you a one man casino if you spin the wheel you lose cause hes not undercover he walks past his lovers and the others know theres no defense there is no evidence he creates an illusion that leads to confusion and you give up your common sense well thats my two cents
['dutch pop', 'nu jazz']