quinta-feira, 20 de maio de 2010

Can you see them?

You should know this better
Than I do (but you)
Do you? Can you see the stars
linning up just to see me?
I see black girls in white dresses
And the maids are calling them to have lunch.
I see the worst in you,
You see the best in them
(call on me, Call me)
Smoking cigars
with platform shoes
They'll never change
They will never be tamed
(call me now!)
They would like to be seduced
They woul like to be abused
They lie
Don't you see, can't you tell?
Don't let them go away,
I can see them now
White ties broken in two
Strong men are crawling too
I can see you, it's true
That's the world I live in, do you?