Two Fists

I've got to close my eyes unless my karma sees
On a banana boat you navigated the kitchen
It's a precipice

OK, I'll go for a walk
Just let me pack a few
Personals and pick up my straights
As logic dictates
As logic dictates

You've got what it takes to rearrange my face

I know you're as hot as hell and the summer is high
You've got a mind to make love but that means
Someone must die

And I can see what's coming like a rusty nail
It fits right into your world view like a wind in a sail

But that's what love is about or what else am I here for
I guess I'll wait in John Menzies then I'll go back for more

You've got what it takes to rearrange my face