set adrift on memory bliss of you
baby you send me
baby you send me
set adrift on memory bliss of you
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 deja 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