Damn OLIVE!
Love a boy We move in space with minimum waste and maximum
joy City lights and business nights
When you require a streetcar, desire for higher heights
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts When sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending, but somewhere to start No need to ask, it's a smooth operator
Across the coast, my aim from Chicago, Western Bay
Across the north and south to Key Largo, Lofrese
Face to face, each classic case We shadowbox and double-cross
Yet need the chase A license to love, insurance to hold
Mounts on your memories and change into gold His eyes are like angels, but his heart is gold
No need to ask, it's a smooth operator
Across the coast, my aim from Chicago, Western Bay
Across the north and south to Key Largo, Lofrese
Smooth operator Smooth operator
Smooth operator Smooth operator
Smooth operator Smooth operator