Fresh New Eyes

There's a plastic man in a sports car And he knows that he knows it all His plastic features are smiling As he scrapes them against a wall There's a cover girl on a stake-out As a worm on a hook she's bait In the trunk of a Plymouth in Memphis She thinks she's made a mistake Go on and give me some fresh new eyes Dress my tongue in a new disguise Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it There's a sandman on the embankment And his face has washed away He's a prisoner by design He thinks he's made a mistake Go on and give me some fresh new eyes Dress my tongue in a new disguise Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it Go on and give me some fresh new eyes Dress my tongue in a new disguise Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it To taste it To taste it