Now there's newsprint all over your faceWell maybe that's why I can read you like a bookJust when I thought I was get
ting my taste to biteI go and lose my appetiteLook at the men that you'd call uncleThey'd like to sink their teeth into you
For the pride and the pleasureAnd the privilege of having youIf I say you're the one do you think that I'm seriousYou get t
hat kind of talk from older menIf I say I love you then I must be deliriousSo why are you trying to put my temperature up aga
inLook at the men that you'd call uncleHaving a heart attack round your anklesWhen you wake up with X-rated eyesWhen you
wake up still shakingHow can I apologizeAs you check your effects and check your reflectionI'm so affected in the face of yo
ur affectionLook at the men that you'd call uncleHaving a heart attack round your anklesI could swear, I could promise tha
t I'll always be true to youBut we may not live to be so oldI could even say I'm going to do something new to youNow the gir
ls I see just leave me coldLook at the men that you call uncle...