Clocks have a way of telling stories
Stories that sell ideas of running wild
And I'm a man of disproportionate assets
And you know, some men don't give a damn.
Figurines smoke up to dust far above
Venus shines through evenings, all night long
The game goes on until the penny trickles down
You know, some men become the talk of the town.
The Sun decides to spend weekends behind clouds
City lights work through the nights, without sound
There's a theater inside you, waiting for command
The Director calls the shots, from way above the crowd.
And I'm a man of inappropriate measures
Head, feet and heart, I'm a man of pleasure.
Stories that sell ideas of running wild
And I'm a man of disproportionate assets
And you know, some men don't give a damn.
Figurines smoke up to dust far above
Venus shines through evenings, all night long
The game goes on until the penny trickles down
You know, some men become the talk of the town.
The Sun decides to spend weekends behind clouds
City lights work through the nights, without sound
There's a theater inside you, waiting for command
The Director calls the shots, from way above the crowd.
And I'm a man of inappropriate measures
Head, feet and heart, I'm a man of pleasure.
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