I'm in love with a four-color magazine with pictures of girls that I've never seen. They're not on the street and they're not in the air. Wearing tight pants, black tights, smiles that say please stay a while. She looks right but the money's tight. I might just get her with my smile. I know it ain't easy and it's misunderstood. To lay down the books just to make me feel good. The girls in the pictures are as pretty as can be. There's either one or two who look just like me. Wearing tight pants, black tights, smiles that say please stay a while. She looks right but the money's tight. I might just get her with my smile. Sometimes at night I go out in my car and drive around the corner to a nearby bar. Hoping that one night, or maybe one day, some traces from the hot press will come my way. Wearing tight pants, black tights, smiles that say please stay a while. She looks right but the money's tight. I might just get her with my smile. So if you ever see me with that look in my eye, direct me to a newsstand where I can buy some lies. I don't have much money but I'll use what I can get. And maybe in a year or two I'll own the full set of Tight pants, black tights, smiles that say please stay a while. She looks right but the money's tight. I might just get her with my smile. I might just get her with my smile. I might just get her with my smile. I might just get her with my smile.