Now there's newsprint all over your face

Well maybe that's why I can read you like a book

Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite

I go and lose my appetite

Look at the men that you'd call uncle

They'd like to sink their teeth into you

For the pride and the pleasure

And the privilege of having you



If I say you're the one do you think that I'm serious

You get that kind of talk from older men

If I say I love you then I must be delirious

So why are you trying to put my temperature up again



Look at the men that you'd call uncle

Having a heart attack round your ankles



When you wake up with X-rated eyes

When you wake up still shaking

How can I apologize

As you check your effects and check your reflection

I'm so affected in the face of your affection



Look at the men that you'd call uncle

Having a heart attack round your ankles



I could swear, I could promise that I'll always be true to you

But we may not live to be so old

I could even say I'm going to do something new to you

Now the girls I see just leave me cold



Look at the men that you call uncle...