Mother of Pearl

Turn the lights down low (Way down low)

Turn up the music (Hi-fi could go)

All the cats here (Every one you know)

It's a crazy scene

Hoo, hoo

Get the picture

No, no, no, no (Yeah)

Walk a tight rope (Walk a tight line)

Such a bright boy (I paced my time)

What's your number, girl (Never you mind)

Take a powder

(What's that over there, what's that coming around the corner, woo?)

(Woo, woo)

Have you a future? (No, no, no, no) Yeah

Well, I've been up all night (Again?) party time wasting is too much fun

Then I step back thinking of life's inner meaning

And my latest fling

It's the same old story, all love and glory, it's a pantomime

If you're looking for love in a looking glass world

It's pretty hard to find

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Divine intervention, always my intention, so I take my time

I've been looking for something I've always wanted

But was never mine

But now I've seen that something just out of reach, glowing

Very holy grail

Oh, mother of pearl, lustrous lady of the sacred world

Thus even Zarathustra, another time loser, could believe in you

With every goddess a let down, every idle that bring down

It gets you down

But the search for perfection, your own predilection

Goes on and on, and on, and on

Canadian club love, a place in the country, everyone's ideal

But you are my favorita and a place in your heart, dear

Makes me feel more real

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't change you for the whole world

You're highbrow holy with lots of soul melancholy, shimmering

Serpentine sleekness was always my weakness like a simple tune

But no dilettanti, filigree fancy, beats the plastic you

Career girl cover exposed and another slips right into view

Oh, looking for love in a looking glass world is pretty hard for you

Few throw away kisses, the boomerang misses

Spin 'round and around

Fall on featherbed quilted, faced with silk softly stuffed

Eider down

Take refuge in pleasure, just give me your future (Future)

We'll forget your past

Oh, mother of pearl, submarine lover in a shrinking world

Oh, lonely dreamer, your choker provokes a picture of cameo

Oh, mother of pearl, so, so semi-precious, in your detached world

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Oh, mother of pearl, I wouldn't trade you for another girl