Now if every different girl doesn't seem You ride the same mover down to the sea And dig a shallow pit there in the sand And you soak in it till you feel free It's not the same You think you've found some unbeatable patter It's not the same Talk off your glasses, you look better without them If you're a habit with one that feels good Then you're the queen of my neighborhood Well, till the beating hearts all turn to wood It's not the same You think you've found some unbeatable patter It's not the same Talk off your glasses, you look better without them