Not new, old hat
Good times, low rent
Known love, same language
Good bargain, same brand
Minutes matter and the hearts beats weaker
The hair gets thinner and the fat gets thicker
Is it passion, or patterns you're after?
When you worry so much about your image
You only look good in front of a mirror
You calculate the things that worked in the past
And think that will guarantee your future success
Your formula provokes no exhaustion or esteem
You end up in the dull boy's skin.
Is it passion, or patterns you're after?
