I would like to know what you would like to see me for I'll dream up some excuse and tack it to your door In the interest of good taste You should let things lie I see her stand in my doorway But she won't let me by Perfume kings cut their machines manufacturing your scent I can flip through magazines with no danger of regret In the interest of good taste You should let things lie I see her stand in my doorway But she won't let me hide