The First Day of Work At the Microscope Store

What if the banner falls and the presenters are suffocated? Stop the grand opening The microscopes, we can't see through them Broken magnifying glasses Serenade the passengers until they cry Dancing for the cameras on the traffic lights Kissing the turns - I can see through you - Watching her eyes as he returns Hold the wheel as every man going 95 on this lane Serenade the passengers until they cry Dancing for the cameras on the traffic lights Like Adam and Eve high and driving No one would stop us