He′s not a dreamer or a schemer,
running away from me
He′s not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow thru
He′s not a poet or a mystic
with his cgarette unglued
He just neutral, and he′s weary
not even brand new.
It′s a perfect sin
close yr eyes and loose the rest
It′s a perfect sin
close yr mind and feel the best
Everyone has a headache
imprecise , hard to cure
Got a shake it, what ails you
the lines are a blur
Is it a pain in her heart
dark and gray from the start
You won′t seduce me, or attract
just cause yr a stray
It′s a perfect sin
close yr eyes and loose the rest
It′s a perfect sin
close yr mind and feel the best
Why won′t you tell me what′s inside yr head
Why won′t you show me yr secret bed, secret bed?
he′s not a dreamer or a schemer
running away from you
He′s not a singer, an entertainer
with no follow thru
He′s not a poet or a mystic
with his cigarette unglued
he ′s not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do
he′s neutral yeah he′s weary,
not even brand
he′s neutral yea he′s weary
and he′s so in love with you.