That shiny screen,
Shimmering in the window
CRT, no LCD, it's a window
And that glorious queue
Is it satisfaction?
And with that dream
On my wall
But I say
That's NOT IT,
That's not what I am, at all
That everything
Sparkles out when you're calling
That elegance
Blossoming in from my wallet
And I pull them things
As it's glittering
And then bring on all night long
But I say
That's NOT IT,
That's not what I am, at all
I don't, I meant
I don't, I meant
I don't, I meant
I don't, I meant
The whole, I meant
The whole, I meant
The whole, I meant