It's In Your Eyes Lyrics

Brrr, easy

125, then flight straight to revive

Don't look surprised don't look when I come around

Not even if I roll my tinted windows down

Don't patronize, don't philosophize

If I hit the Tubi I'ma need to hit the breathalyze

She could take me if she want and use me for a exercise

You won't see me I'm blazing in Cairo in elegant ties

I'm not even there if you see me it was disguise

My entire brain is gone don't know the place or time

Clubland in Madrid or even in Reykjavik

Might've been Ibiza or back to Indonesia

I think it was Beirut, I think it was Beirut

I had touched down from NYC with Afghan in my boots

So don't look surprised when you wake up and your half alive

Don't lose your rhythm when the music comes back in time

Turn around and make sure that your not being watched

Right when I found you baby started getting lost

I can name the time, place, sounds and the smell of it

I was wearing cheap red leather for the hell of it

She was in a tight black dress looking stupid thick

Gotta have the 5% tint when you move like this

125

Then fly straight to Dubai

Florentin outside

Quarantine in Prague

Came straight from Sicily outside of Catania

Took her fathers boat to Tripoli the one in Lebanon

It's in your eyes

It's in your eyes

It's in your eyes

It's in your eyes

A bit of "how's your father" between four jealous eyes

A change of scenery can't rectify

Let's fly

Nice to see you

Ms. Barcelona

How can I own you?

How can I teach you how bad I want you?

So glad to flaunt you

So quick to haunt me

Time moves slowly when your not above me

Petty crimes of passion that'll make you love me

Very fine distractions that are almost productive

Fill up my mind, consume my muscle

And tear my heart apart, reduce to rubble

For a mail order bride and her useless husband

I'm a method actor, I'm in love with my captor

I'm a businessman and I'm writing a advert on a commercial flight

She prays for a disaster

Man of G-d but it's a heathen he's after

Me I could ask her but it's much too hard

You can keep her

You can have her

I'd rather pick up my

Don't look surprised don't look when I come around

Not even if I roll my tinted windows down

Don't patronize, don't philosophize

If I hit the Tubi I'ma need to hit the breathalyze

She could take me if she want and use me for a exercise

She won't see me I was in Versailles, or in Dubai

I'm not even there if you see me it was disguise

My entire brain is gone don't know the place or time

The heathen back dey pon de wall

(Pon de wall)

125

Then fly straight to Dubai

Florentin outside

Quarantine in Prague

Came straight from Sicily outside of Catania

Took her fathers boat to Tripoli the one in Lebanon

It's in your eyes

It's in your eyes

It's in your eyes

It's in your eyes

Don't you look

Don't you look

Don't just talk me don't just tease

She could walk me on my bended knees

She could call me for coffee and I'd cancel all my plans

Use and abuse me until I'm half a man

Capture my spirit just to wash it down the drain

Is this what it feels like to go insane?