You look like a human being, but you don't have a mind of your own.
Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.
Paranoia, the destroyer.
Jogging in the park is my excuse to look at all the girls.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.