Once again that silly common talknWill you look at me for once like you’re not borednAt the end of this unlikely pretty nightnI’ll be singing in my car and you’ll be tirednnCome again without your guilty thoughtsnYou could have it all by making just a phone callnAt the latest gig that maybe you come toonI will pray to God to make me look more coolnDowntown, cool downtownnnWell don’t let these people turn you downnDon’t let those people ask:n“What do you like or who do you prefer?”nAbout the things that make you scream your loudest “wow”nDo not stand against the wallnDo not give me any:n“Darling, I want you so much…” …more than I pretend!nnLook at me or listen to my songsnLook at me or listen to my songsnYou could have it all by knocking on my doornBut you’ve never found the right way to my placenSo my little baby I won’t miss your tastennIf you cry aloud the things you’ve saidnIf you cry aloud the music you have hatednThen you probably can see the reason whynI am dancing like a fool and you are drunk