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The camera pans to a cocktail glass Behind a blind of plastic plants I found the lady with the fat diamond ring Then you know I can't remember a damn thing I think its one of those déjà vu things Or a dream that's trying to tell me something Or will I ever stop thinking about it I don't know, I doubt it Subterranean by design I wonder what I would find, if I met you Let my eyes caress you Until I meet the thought of Misses Princess who? Often wonder what makes her work I guess I'll leave that question to the experts Assuming that there are some out there They're probably alone, solitaire I can remember when, I caught up With a past-time intimate friend, she said "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely But you probably don't think nothin' of me" She was right, though, I can't lie She's just one of those corners in my mind And I just put her right back with the rest That's the way it goes, I guess Baby you send me Set adrift on memory bliss of you Careless whisper from a careless man A neutron dance for a neutron fan Marionette strings are dangerous things I thought of all the trouble they bring An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh Tell me that she's not dreaming She's got an ace in the hole It doesn't have meaning Reality used to be a friend of mine Caused complete control, I don't take too kind Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on Guess whose piece of the cake is Jack gone She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign I told her whispers in my heart were fine What did she think she could do I feel for her, I really do And I stared at the ring finger on her hand I wanted her to be a big P.M. Dawn fan But I had to put her right back with the rest That's the way it goes, I guess Baby you send me Set adrift on memory bliss of you
Writer(s): Gary Kemp, Attrell Stephen Cordes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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