This is a calling card

Maybe it will be a farewell note

The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote

But if I avert your gaze

And I should become a shrinking flower

Just punch me on the arm

This could be our finest hour



'Til now this was my view

But I'm counting on you

How am I ever going got make you see?

Nothing in this ugly world comes easily

I want you to be



My lovely hooligan

Come by and smash my pane

'Til I can see right though

My little blue window



This is a fingerprint

Maybe you will feel a fond caress

But when you start to speak

Are you tempted to confess?



Well, I was a gloomy soul

Never thought I see a brighter day

The dark interior

Blows those silver clouds away



'Til now this was my view

But I'm counting on you

How am I ever going got make you see?

Nothing in this ugly world comes easily

I want you to be



My lovely hooligan

Come by and smash my pane

'Til I can see right though

My little blue window