The camera pans the cocktail glass,
behind a blind of plastic plants;
I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
then you know I can\'t remember a damn thing.
I think it\'s one of those de ja vu things,
or a dream that\'s tryin\' to tell me something.
Or will I ever stop thinkin\' about it.
I don\'t know, I doubt it.
Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
let my eyes caress you,
until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?
Often wonder what makes her work.
I guess I\'ll leave that question to the experts,
assuming that there are some out there.
they\'re probably alone, solitaire.
I can remember when I caught up
with a pastime intimate friend.
She said, "Bet you\'re probably gonna say I look lovely,
but you probably don\'t think nothin\' of me."
She was right, though, I can\'t lie.
She\'s just one of those corners in my mind,
and I just put her right back with the rest.
That\'s the way it goes, I guess.

Baby you send me
Set adrift on memory bliss of you

Careless whisper from a careless man,
a neutron dance for a neutron fan;
marionette strings are dangerous things,
I thought of all the trouble they bring.
An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy,
rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh.
Tell me that she\'s not dreaming.
She\'s got an ace in the hole,
it doesn\'t have meaning.
Reality used to be a friend of mine,
\'cause complete control, I don\'t take too kind.
Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on.
Guess who\'s piece of the cake is Jack gone?
She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign.
I told her whispers in my heart were fine.
what did she think she could do?
I feel for her, I really do.
And I stared at the ring finger on her hand,
I wanted her to be a big PM Dawn fan,
but I had to put her right back with the rest.
That\'s the way it goes, I guess.

Baby you send me...
Set adrift on memory bliss of you