Turn the lights down /way down low
Turn up the music /hi as fi can go All the gang’s here /everyone you know It’s a crazy scene (hey there just look over your shoulder..) Get the picture? No, no, no, no … (YES) Walk a tightrope ( your life-sign-line) Such a bright hope (right place, right time) What’s your number? (never you mind) Take a powder (but hang on a minute what’s coming round the corner?) Have you a future? No, no, no, no … (YES)
Well I’ve been up all night (again?) / Party-time wasting is too much fun Then I step back thinking of life’s inner meaning and my latest fling It’s the same old story / all love and glory – It’s a pantomime If you’re looking for love in a looking-glass world it’s pretty hard to find Oh mother of pearl I wouldn’t trade you for another girl Divine intervention – always my intention, so I take my time I’ve been looking for something I’ve always wanted but was never mine But now I’ve seen that something just out of reach – glowing very Holy Grail Oh mother of pearl, lustrous lady of a sacred world Thus even Zarathustra, another-time-loser, could believe in you With every goddess a let down, every idol a bring down – it gets you down… But the search for perfection, your own predilection
goes on and on and on and on… Canadian Club love: a place in the country – everyone’s ideal But you are my favorita, and a place in your heart, dear
makes me feel more real. Oh mother of pearl – I wouldn’t change you for the whole world You’re highbrow, holy with lots of soul melancholy shimmering… Serpentine sleekness was always my weakness; like a simple tune But no dilettante, filigree fancy, beats the plastic you Career girl cover, exposed and another slips right into-view Oh looking for love in a looking glass world is pretty hard for you Few throwaway kisses, the boomerang misses, spin round and round Fall on featherbed quilted, faced with silk softly-stuffed eider down Take refuge in pleasure- just give me your future, we’ll forget your past… Oh mother of pearl, submarine lover in a shrinking world. Oh lonely dreamer your choker provokes a picture cameo Oh mother of pearl, so-so semi-precious in your detached world. Oh mother of pearl – I wouldn’t trade you for another girl