No Imagination - Blondie

Eyes that tell me «Baby, you don’t need no invitation»

Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move

I can see me in the morning;

losing my direction

Deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door

I don’t want to stay with you.

I just want to play with you

One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead

You think you’re pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes

Got no imagination to clutter up my head

Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes

Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged

I can see me in the morning;

avoiding your detection

Slowly down the staircase, looking for the door

All is fair in love and war but I don’t want your love no more

One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead

You’re fragile and you’re very green, conditioned by a milk machine

Got no imagination.

Got no imagination.

No

Take a walk, kid

Eyes that tell me «Baby, you don’t need no invitation»

Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move

I can see me in the morning;

losing my direction

Deep inside my overcoat, footsteps for the door