Tekst Utworu

Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes Underneath that ghostly pale, is that you? Someone in your shape shouldn't be drivin' Someone in your shape shouldn't be doin' anything at all You should see yourself in the mirror With your leather lips and your snake skin shoes Do you have to shout in my ear? Do me a favor Just stop talking for a minute or two Crack me up You really, really do With your sunglasses on, acting so young Only I know what you're really up to You break me up No, I don't want to sit in your sports car No, I don't want to hear a tune All the locals say you'll go far What's so funny? They don't know you like I do Crack me up You twisted wreck Shoutin' in the parking lot, gonna give it one more shot Better hope they'll cash a check Break me up You better ask yourself a question 'Cause you can't live like this for long You better listen to my suggestion Before you wind up in somebody else's song You crack me up You really, really do With your sunglasses on, acting so young Only I know what you're really up to Break me up You crack me up Break me up Crack me up Break me up Crack me up
Writer(s): Huey Lewis, Mario Carlo Cipollina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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