He's like a whip that doesn't crack.
You take a sip and you're on your back.
Those big blue eyes are hard to reach.
So impossible,
it makes you me.
Like a guitar that cries for days.
Seduces you in a thousand ways.
You feel his strings, now you're uptight.
It makes any girl we can at his side.
Cause he's not undercover.
He walks past his lovers and the others know there's no defense.
There's no evidence.
He creates an illusion that leads to confusion.
Then you give up your common sense.
Well, that's my two cents.
Two cents.
Well,
that's my two cents.
He's like a wall that's made of steel.
Too cold to touch, but not much to feel.
His silent smile he shares with you.
The tricks of the trade he's like to lose.
Into thin air he disappears.
Gives one last look and frozen lips.
Your heart for sure is good as gold.
Lots of TV said, says there's nothing on.
Cause he's not undercover.
He walks past his lovers and the others know there's no defense.
There's no evidence.
He creates an illusion that leads to confusion.
Then you give up your common sense.
Well, that's my two cents.
Two cents.
Two cents.
Well, that's my two cents.
When they are no fingerprints,
don't retrace your steps.
Cause he's
staring right at you.
One man casino.
If you spin the wheel, you lose.
Cause he's not undercover.
He walks past his lovers and the others know there's no defense.
There's no evidence.
He creates an illusion that leads to confusion.
Then you give up your common sense.
Well, that's my two cents.
My two cents.
My two cents.
My two cents.
My two cents.
My two cents.
My two cents.