Pretty Lady

Hey there, Pretty Lady, won't ya please send me a sign? You know that it upsets me to see you with those other guys. Well, I'm seeking something for myself not of myself or any other kind. That's some backwards logic, but I got to be above it You know my body loves it and I got to be above it That's some backwards logic but I got to be above it You know my body loves it and I got to be above it Be above it... Won't ya please come save me when I'm dying in the street? You know I'd ask for money, if I had something to eat. Well it's juxtaposed I do suppose, But won't you help a dying man in need? That's some backwards logic, but I got to be above it You know my body loves it and I got to be above it That's some backwards logic but I got to be above it You know my body loves it and I got to be above it Be above it (Be above it) Be above it (Be above it) Above it, above it, above it... WOO If everybody's different, does that make us all the same? Everybody's awkward and everybody's lame. Well it's self-proclaimed I have to say. Do you still think that makes it okay? That's some backwards logic, but I got to be above it. You know my body loves it and I got to be above it. That's some backwards logic but I got to be above it. I ain't no struck down, sorry soul and I got to be above it. That's some backwards logic but I got to be above it, be above it... Who say I got a forward working mind?