Metronome it sounds the same
As walking down the path you've paved
Fly traps are your way of saying
I've got a girl, got a girl, got a girl, from Venus
All of your lights turned off
Now your eyres ain't so small
I'm over thinking out the walls
Seeing figures in the dark
We stay up, we playing cards
I could make up metaphors to say
I'm sick of playing all these games
Socrates was less complicated
I got a girl, got a girl, got a girl from Venus
Eyes aren't gates to the soul their cages
Like weights on your shoulders and ankles
For no reason at all
A metronome it sounds the same
As walking down the path you've paved
Fly traps are your way of saying
I've got a girl, got a girl, got a girl, from Venus