The red, red lips

Of some secret solution

The Central Intelligence Agency

Has a file that's a mile longer than peace

She's naked on the phone

Watching them back

No eyes, just their stupid grins

They long to be liberal mannequins

And in their tiny room

They eat Chinese food

And they don't call their wives

Cause the girl in the window is

Pressing her breasts up against the window pane

The guy they're after on the floor below her is

Cutting cocaine

Higher than the building

A one way trip

Whoever thought she'd miss

The ins and outs of oxygen

The darkest side of the biggest goddamn ride

You've ever been on

Her mother loves that show

Even though she never gets the answers right

It's easier to play along

Sometimes more than being wrong

They found her in her room

Wearing a pink bunny suit

And sour cherry lipstick

Hanging from the closet door

Her eyes were wide maybe to despise

Maybe just to look into your

Headlight, morning glow

Headlighht, morning glow

And this is it, this is it

Prime time deliveranve

Prime time deliverance

And this is it, this is it

Prime time deliveranve

Prime time

That you have and you hold

If you have then you hold

That you have and you hold

If you have then you hold

That you have and you hold

If you have then you hold

If you have then you hold

And she says the best thing you can do

Is hang around for a while