Throwing Shapes

Its dry outside but down here its sweat
It’s not real love unless you pay for it
And she makes the eyes at me
She takes the lead like its round my neck
Walk past the pole on which she frequents and she makes the eyes at me again I
forget what Id said I’d spend
Give it up now Johnny, let it go
That girl all throwing shapes will never get to know
She don’t have a soul she don’t have a soul
And who’d have thought that love
Could be bought and sold
She makes the eyes
In a room for 2 with my new play mate, I record the scene for a later date and
she makes the eyes at me again
She shakes her ass the dog and pony show, this ain’t romance and I hate to have
to go but she makes the eyes at me again I forget what I’d spent
Give it up now Johnny, let it go
That girl all throwing shapes will never get to know
She don’t have a soul she don’t have a soul
And who’d have thought that love
Could be bought and sold
She makes the eyes
And who’d have thought that love
Could be bought and sold
She makes the eyes
She makes the eyes
She makes the eyes
She makes the eyes
Give it up now Johnny, let it go
That girl all throwing shapes will never get to know
She don’t have a soul she don’t have a soul
And who’d have thought that love
Could be bought and sold
She makes the eyes, oh ho. ho ohhh ohhh