I see your girl in a different light now The mailman gave me your mail again With developed photos inside I saw your girl in a different light Doing things I didn't think she'd try There was lipstick on the polaroid You could tell she had an appetite Works long; can't hear the siren song Out of Mind out of sight Diamonds can never be constellations No one can meet an expectation There's no other cure for sexual frustration When Mrs. Becomes just an abbreviation What's left to mend? Are you better off friends? The mailman gave me your mail again With official documents inside Middleman says cut your life in half It's only polite to abide Now your minds a pile of "can you stay for a while?"'s That never goes anywhere A real reason to take off that ring A new search for her Fred Astaire I see you in a different light now