Electric Love Letters

I don't trust the way she moves She sold the devil his first pair of big black boots And a Gucci spacesuit I saw her first doing the tango While an elderly gentleman played flamenco To a 143 tempo She was head to toe in leather I informed her, of course, that it would be my pleasure To be used at her leisure But suddenly it's nearly three I try calling you up but you must be asleep So I leave my message at the beep And I say Baby I've been drinking and I've been thinking About how perfect you look when we fight So I thought I'd call you Because baby you're gorgeous And I wanna throw stones at your window tonight Because you're so 80's and I'm so crazy And the way you say my name keeps replaying in my head I wanna lay you down on my unmade bed Who says romance is dead? She's got a cocaine tan Get out of her way she's so bacchanalian She's a renaissance man I made myself a little dough I thought I'd take her out for a soup and sandwich combo Like a sweet little Romeo Oh look I don't want to scare you But I wanna take you on a peddle boat to South America Babe I want to marry you But Jesus Christ It's nearly three We've played this game before so I know you're asleep But I leave my message at that beep And I say Baby I've been drinking and I've been thinking About how perfect you look when we fight So I thought I'd call you Because baby you're gorgeous And I wanna throw stones at your window tonight Because you're so 80's and I'm so crazy And the way you say my name keeps replaying in my head I wanna lay you down on my unmade bed Who says romance is dead?