Eyes pried open
Not much to see
A serious woman watching TV
Toss out your frustrations
And get right back to modern life
Let's go back to old Monterrey
A spiced chai tea
And nothing to say
Let all your inhibitions
All your inner visions arise
Left right left
Marching away
An ugly girl
With not much to say
But all your inhibitions
And all your repetitions are right
Thoughts aswirl but not much to say
Windswept hair
A flower bouquet
Saint of pure devotion
Going through the motions tonight
Tell me why
The look in your eyes
Is always so serious
We're alive
And while we're alive
We might as well roll the dice
Sacrifice everything for what we want
Early to rise
Down for the prize
Isn't it something really special
Wasting no time at all
Fun is something we can do later
Maybe spring or fall
I was whipping up the bolognaise
Doing the bare minimum i can
And i want to go on holiday
Just need the airfare to spend
Let's go back to old monterrey
With a spiced chai tea and nothing to say
Love yourself if love is true
I've never met a girl like you
All she wants is just a little more romance
But she doesn't ask the right questions
Why is everything such a lesson?
I don't know keeps her guessing
All she wants is just a beautiful moment
But she doesn't live in the moment
What's a girl to do
With her whole self image so misconstrued?