作曲 : David Schreurs/Vincent Degiorgio/Caroline van der Leeuw

制作人 : David Schreurs/Jan Van Wieringen

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 meek

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

Weaken at his sight

'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

And you give up your common sense

Well that's my two cents

He's like a wall

That's made of steel

Too cold to touch

And not much to feel

His sullen smile

He shares with few

The tricks of the trade, he's glad to lose

Into thin air, he disappears

Gives one last look

And a frozen leer

Your heart, for sure

Is good as gone

Love's the TV set

That 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

And you give up your common sense

Well that's my two cents

There's no PI

With a promise of a glint

All the cores dissipate

When there are no fingerprints

Don't retrace your steps

'Cause he's staring right at you

A 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

And you give up your common sense

Well that's my two cents