Your eyes Are they crystals? They sabotage Or do they famine? They’re behind my back They’re on my forehead Entice With your inventions Le frisson Of your intentions They’re between your legs (and) At the palm of my hand Tidy up It's time to go Cut the bull, Romeo No more child play End of sway game Your eyes (tidy up. It's time to go) Are they crystals? (cut the bull, Romeo) They sabotage (tidy up. It's time to go) Or do they famine? (cut the bull, Romeo) They’re behind my back (no more child play) They’re on my forehead (end of sway game) I'm starting to fade!