The sun is up, the sky is blue, its beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence, wont you come out to play?

Monday, 15 August 2011

Topless models, doing semaphore
Wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored.
Illuminations, on a rainy day
When she walks her footsteps sing
A reckless serenade

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need
Call up to listen to the voice of reason
And got the answering machine

The type of kisses
Where teeth collide
When she laughs the Heavens hum
A stun-gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens
With the shining spiral eyes
Their hypnosis goes unnoticed
When she's walking by

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need
Call up to listen to the voice of reason
And got his answering machine
I left my message but did he fuck back to me
And now I'm stuck still wondering
How it's meant to be

Singing a reckless serenade
Reckless serenade