A fresh set of memories for her to hide away from me Underneath the dirty sleeve or on her arm Her face is like a movie screen, brighter than a laser beam As sweet as ice cream, she tastes it like tongue Slurring your words, turning American I'd love to come back and carry you home again And hear about something I've never heard of I might have done once, now I've got more to think of Time passes by Time passes by Time passes by, my little private eye Standing there in that cotton-collar gun Shooting a love that was making it hard again I couldn't resist as it felt like the start of when you Stole my heart Slurring your words, turning American I'd love to come back and carry you home again And hear about something I've never heard of I might have done once, now I've got more to think of Time passes by Time passes by Time passes by, my little private eye Time passes by Time passes by Time passes by Time passes by Time passes by, my little private eye Time passes by Time passes by Time passes by, my little private eye *