 He's not a dreamer or a schemer,
running away from me
He's not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow thru
He's not a poet or a mystic
with his cgarette unglued
He just neutral, and he's weary
not even brand new.
It's a perfect sin
close yr eyes and loose the rest
It's a perfect sin
close yr mind and feel the best
Everyone has a headache
imprecise , hard to cure
Got a shake it, what ails you
the lines are a blur
Is it a pain in her heart
dark and gray from the start
You won't seduce me, or attract
just cause yr a stray
It's a perfect sin
close yr eyes and loose the rest
It's a perfect sin
close yr mind and feel the best
Why won't you tell me what's inside yr head
Why won't you show me yr secret bed, secret bed?
he's not a dreamer or a schemer
running away from you
He's not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow thru
He's not a poet or a mystic
with his cigarette unglued
he 's not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do
he's neutral yeah he's weary,
not even brand
he's neutral yea he's weary
and he's so in love with you.
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