Perfume

When you explode into the room

All I can smell is your perfume

And the cigarette jazzing up the atmosphere

You think it's fine I know it's broke

You think it's all some kind of joke

But how can I laugh when I'm locked up in here

And it's a beautiful day outside

And it's a beautiful day outside

I press my nose against the glass

I steam it up but it don't last

I am a man afterall and I'm dying here

I had it good now I get none

I had all but those days are done

Now I get to watch you run around down there

And it's a beautiful day outside

And it's a beautiful day outside

There's all these girls outside

Wrapped up in winter clothes

My imagination grows

I can't convince my eye to close

You're on the town again and I'm downing in your bed

You're perfume it's in my head and it's driving

Driving driving driv-ing me

And it's a beautiful day outside

And it's a beautiful day outside

And it's a beautiful day outside

And it's a beautiful day outside