Sometimes I just get lost in your eyes
and try to come up with some clever disguise
but I'm probably transparent
when I think I'm being smart I'm usually
being just the opposite that's
for sure
apparant

Yes sometimes I just get lost in your blue eyes
and try to come up with some clever disguise

I try to find an excuse to call you or write
you maybe
ask a silly question that I might already know the
answer to, or give you a compliment

Yes sometimes I just get lost in your blue eyes
and try to come up with some clever disguise

You are just so beautiful, so surreal and have
so much sex appeal
it's dripping off the page like butterscotch
I want to savour every moment of
that double cream,
it tastes
fresh and serene

I really don't know who you are but I just keep guessing
and with my fragile head you sure are messing

Yes, sometimes I just get lost in your blue eyes
and try to come up with some clever disguise

Anyway it's a good sign that life stirs in these old bones
and I'm looking for some saturday night moans
I opened a bottle of wine this evening lit a candle
and meditated on your face, perhaps one of the best
creations of the human race

Yes, sometimes I just get lost in your blue eyes
and try to come up with some clever disguise

You know I'm blushing shades of red, I've taken
out some magic pens and written your name across
my context

Maybe you're just an image I have of what a woman's
supposed to be, or maybe it's just that it gets lonely
on these streets

Yes, sometimes I just get lost in your big blue eyes
and try to come up with some clever disguise...
and why is it so hard for me to speak my truth
I really don't know who you are
and with my head you sure are messing

Yeah
I don't know who you are but I keep guessing
and sometimes I just get lost in your big blue eyes
and endeavour to come up with some
clever disguise but in vain

the apache kid