Topless models doing semaphore

Wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored

Illuminations on a rainy day

When she walks, her footsteps sing a reckless serenade

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need

Call up to listen to the voice of reason

And got the answering machine

The type of kisses where teeth collide

When she laughs, the heavens hum a stun-gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes

Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she's walking by

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need

Call up to listen to the voice of reason

And got his answering machine

I left my message, but did he fuck get back to me

And now I'm stuck, still wondering how it's meant to be

Singing a reckless serenade, reckless serenade

Reckless serenade, reckless serenade

Reckless serenade, reckless serenade

Reckless serenade