with my letters She say's, she's been looking for me Hence all the story ends well We end up together The girl in the Life magazine The girl in the Life magazine
Fue de la chica de aquella revista que me enamore En mi bolsillo su foto escondida Para siempre guarde Y yo me sentia un hombre importante Al verla mirandome
magazine girl, magazine girl. For a cosmo, my porno type girl. She my magazine girl, magazine girl, King Show Mag, my playboy girl. [Chorus] She my magazine
I saw your face In a pretty magazine And you don't even know Where you are and what you seen Why do you lie? Do you need to fill us with fear? What on
her I saw her in the magazine Her body's tight, her fingers right Reminds me of a girl from around the way Ooooh oooh, I saw her in a magazine [Verse
The weather's variable so are you changes, changes But I can't do a thing about the weather Do you have your ticket? Can you foresee changes, changes?
Back to nature, I can't go on like this I want to walk where the power is Back to nature, I don't know where to start Back to nature, I don't have that
Here is the love of your life Once again, once again Here is the love of your life Once again, once again She fits the part, she fills the space She'
I enter the room Confident enough For now I tread A straight and narrow way So I sleep soundly A little blue in the face Cut-out shapes In secondhand
You love me because you're frightened And I'm falling in love with you Because I'm getting frightened Of the things you somehow make me do You love me
Got this bird's eye view and it's in my brain Clarity has reared its ugly head again So this is real life you're telling me And everything is where it
It's always raining over the border There's been a plane crash out there In the wheat fields They're picking up the pieces We could go and look and stare
You're gonna give me immunity You're gonna receive punishment I'm gonna lose myself in you Because you're not quite of this world There will be rooms
The newcomer arrives Possession and guilt in his face Apologizes to the customs man For the gaping hole in his suitcase Says, I've seen where promises
You think I'm a lame duck I don't give a blue luck I'm living like crazy Driven to be lazy I blush like a tomato Pale as a chipped potato You're a real
Goldfinger He's the man, the man with the Midas touch A spider's touch Such a cold finger Beckons you to enter his web of sin But don't go in Golden
Keep it in the dark You say now you want to stay Put on your clothes I think you should go away I can lose my way on the shortest of journeys Keep it
I wanted your heart For the last time I want to be in your bed I want your words To colour all that's been said "i will love you when the devil is
