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?
I 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