But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive

Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off your face Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I heard you say Slip inside the eye of your mind Don't you know you might find A better place to play You said that you'd never been But