So you’re on the prowl wondering
Whether she left already or not
Leather jacket collar popped like antenna
Never knowing when to stop
Sunglasses indoors
Par for the course
Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls
Cages and poles

Secrets I have held in my heart 
are harder to hide than I thought 
Maybe I just wanna be yours 
I wanna be yours 
I wanna be yours 

Arabella’s got some interstellar-gator skin boots
And a helter skelter ‘round her little finger and I ride it endlessly
She’s got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams