Smog Cutter

I've lost my notion I've lost my pattern I feel frustrated I feel so shattered But it don't matter Hard to imagine Fit to discover Poison idea Never abandon Forever amber You've got a body Ivory hour Dreams are so livid And out of ballad And pale and pallid They pull my daisy Way back in Dallas Don't call me baby You take my malice And give me maybe To feel explosive To be uncertain Hurried impulsive It's out of fashion Remote devotion I've lost my notion I've lost my pattern I feel frustrated I feel so shattered But it don't matter They pull my daisy Way back in Dallas Don't call me baby You take my malice And give me maybe