And I`m not the judge
Or the referee
And I can`t accept
Because I am up-tight
And the smoke-screen to my eyes are burning
My concern is I just might give you life
And I can`t relate to the hypnotist
And I get close, cause the plastic wrap
And I want to have kids
But their father`s up inside
The distance between us on my mind
Up untill now things have been fine
Temporarily
You`re cute
But the circumstance`s changed
Your substitution, method crutch
Your whole, protection from your pain
This presentation of my ploy
Is to change my cellophane boy
Ah, but it`s not the 70`s
Let your future fly with me
Up until now things have been fine
Temporarily
You`re cute
But the circumstance`s changes
Your substitution, method crutch
Your whole protection from your pain
This presentation of my ploy
Is to change my cellophane boy
And I want your heaven to be
Your martyr and your refugee