(Verse 1) Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes And I am taken to a place Where your crystal minds and magenta feelings Take up shelter in the base of my spine Sweet like a chica cherry cola I don't need to try to explain I just hold on tight and If it happens again I may move so slightly to the arms And the lips and the face Of The Human Cannonball that I need to I want to... Come Stand a little bit closer Breathe in and get a bit higher You'll never know what hit you when I get to you Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but Ooh I'd die to find out Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but oh I'd die to find out I'm the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment Getting comfy getting perfect is what I live for But a look and then a smell of perfume It's like I'm down on the floor And I Don't know what I'm in for Conversation has a time and place in the interaction Of a lover and a mate but the time of talking Using symbols, using words can be likened To a deep sea diver who is swimming with a raincoat Come Stand a little bit closer Breathe in and get a bit higher You'll never know what hit you when I get to you Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but Ooh I'd die to find out Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but oh I'd die to find out Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes And I am taken to a place Where your crystal minds and magenta feelings Take up shelter in the base of my spine Sweet like a chica cherry cola I don't need to try to explain I just hold on tight and If it happens again I may move so slightly to the arms And the lips and the face Of The Human Cannonball that I need to I want to... Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but Ooh I'd die to find out Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but oh I'd die to find out

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Santa Monica

In Santa Monica,in the wintertime, the lazy streets so undemanding I walk into the crowd In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade Where people dress just so Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn it's there. I sit and wonder what am I doing here? But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be. I could be a super model or Norman Mailer And you wouldn't know the difference Or would you? In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names like Jake or Mandy And modern bodies too In Santa Monica, on the boulevard, you'll have to dodge those in-line skaters Or they'll knock you down I never felt so lonely Never felt so out of place I never wanted something more than this But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman Mailer And you wouldn't know the difference On the telephone line I am any height, I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader, or space invader And you wouldn't know the difference Or would you?

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