There's a little plan I'm working on Seen a lot of defeats from down town Working on my retribution And scratching off them days It's a colour TV I'm dropping off It's a load of repeats I'm dropping off Gotta get on top of the mayhem Give yourself a wave And I smile like the creeps on the dance floor (I know it) There's a lot of disease on the dance floor (I'm working on it) I will only be free on the dance floor (I'm killing it) If I give myself away There's a line of defense I'm working on There's a creep with a suspect package Got a light from a suspect cigarette Scratching off them days There's a time and a place for everything There's a tail in the suspect's silhouette Gotta get on top of the mayhem Give yourself away So by now The lust dies out Still I'm found Up and out of the place The lust dies out Still I drown Up and out on a wave The lust dies out Still I doubt Up and off of the page The lust dies out Still I'm found The summit of all my love The summit of all my days The summit above my eyes The summit above my gaze There's something about my luck There's something about my face There's something about thine eyes There's something about my place