I spend inordinate amounts of time
Looking at pretty faces in magazines
Playing as though it's for the dresses and the jeans
All night long (sugar, sugar, sugar)
All night long (sugar, sugar, sugar)
All night long for sugar and Heron
All night long (sugar, sugar, sugar)
All night long (sugar, sugar, sugar)
All night long for sugar and Heron
Heron woke with a mean thirst for coffee
He was half way there
So he stopped for the magazine
Learned anything he could
From everything he found to read
In she walked with perpetual appeal
All legs and heels, you know it
He said, "What are you looking for?
You've got everything you need"
Tell me what you want, are you restless?
Let me take the sorrow from those eyes with hugs and kisses
You like electric guitar, playing wherever you are
Have you been to the Parthenon?
Have you been to India?
Have you been to Manchester?
Ain't it the letting go that really matters?
I spend inordinate amounts of time
Looking at pretty faces in magazines
Playing as though it's for the dresses and the jeans
Now that you're promising me the world
Take me so I can taste its promise for real
I wanna know exactly how it feels
Heron says, "You've come to the right place
You like electric guitar, playing wherever you are
Have you been to the Parthenon?
Have you been to Africa?
Have you heard of Salif Keita?
Have you been on the River Seine?
Heard the devil in the work of Skip James?"
Ain't it the letting go that really matters?
I spend inordinate amounts of time
Looking at pretty faces in magazines
I spend inordinate amounts of time
Looking at pretty faces in magazines
(Pretty faces, pretty faces)
Inordinate amounts of time
Not being funny, it's an odd way out
What's a good door for if not to shut a person out?
Put a record on, maybe say you'll be the only one
I'm sweet talking you, words calm like an old song
What happens in the dark will always come to light
And we do anything we hoped for in the dead of the night
There'll be no final affair with some perceptual emotion
But damn it girl you make me dance like an old song
Not being funny, it's an odd way out
What's a good door for if not to shut a person out?
Put a record on, maybe say you'll be the only one
I'm sweet talking you, words calm like an old song
What happens in the dark will always come to light
And we do anything we hoped for in the dead of the night
There'll be no final affair with some perceptual emotion
But damn it girl you make
But damn it girl you make me dance like an old song