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