‘A prima donna, slipped into her leather
But she was restless
She knew it in her heart of hearts
She said: “Tonight you’d better pull yourself together
Because tonight I’m gonna pull myself apart!”
Out on the streets
Everyone is searchin’ for a thrill
But she’s the only one that’s out there
Really dressed to kill
And she said: “Listen to me, it’s not a tragedy
This time I’m gettin’ through
And now there’s something you can do for me!’

‘TV angel with her eyes full of smoke
Gazin’ at the hero, he’s so mucho macho
He shrugs, he says: “This must be some kind of joke”
As she pulls on his cigarette
And loves him to distraction
But she cries, “I don’t wanna feel like a machine
I’m not the only one who wants to feel the in-between
That’s why I’m deep into this state of fascination
That’s why I’ve lost the art of conversation’

‘Eyes out of focus, the sharpening of blades
The sad tension, reek of patchouli
Even the Jokers are dealin’ in Spades
It’s one dimension, it’s all so passé
Just then a voice said:
“Honey, it’s too late to change your mind”
Her face tightened
I could see she’d found a new desire
And she said: “Listen to me, it’s just a fantasy
This time I’m comin’ through
And now there’s something you can do for me…’