So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass you see your Alice
You know she has no sense for all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Charged with insults and flattery, her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous?
And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets then leave discreetly

I make California's fault
Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief

My hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog-fight like rose and thistle

I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing, now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing, now I am beyond belief

I got a feeling I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing, now I am beyond belief
I've got a feeling I'm going to get a lot of grief