Tore out a page
From a magazine
Could you be the one to come and paint my silver screen
I'll take the reigns, baby
(I'll take control)
But don't hesitate to play out all your favorite scenes
Don't coat it sugar
I'm a lonely boy
I've had a space to fill
Ever since I lost your love
Don't load it, sugar
Keep the questions simple
Say "What should I wear tonight?"
And I'd say none of the above
Cerulean eyes could quite disarm me
If I get one shot you know I hit dead on
Action thriller in my head, you're starring
Won't you be the Octopussy, baybe
To my Mister Bond
Trapped in a Trance
An eternal dance
Internal fire blooms into a pyro-mance
Let's board a rocket and explore new lands
Let's sail across until the sun goes out of glance
Don't coat it, sugar
I'm a lonely boy
Oh I've had a space to fill
Ever since I lost your love
Don't load it, sugar
Keep the question simple
Say "What should I wear tonight?"
Oh, how bout none of the above
Cerulean eyes, they might disarm me
If I get that shot you know I'll hit dead on
Action thriller in my head, you're starring
Won't you be the Octopussy, baybe
To my Mister Bond
Hey