Some people talk to angels Some people talk to themselves I don't know who you're talking to But everything you say makes me want you You are a model that I see in magazines You make me nervous You make my heart beat You are red in a sea of black and white You are a fire, you are dynamite Some people try to change the world Some people just stay alive I don't know what you're living for But everything you do makes me want more You are a model that I see in magazines You make me nervous You make my heart beat You are red in a sea of black and white You are a fire, you are dynamite You are a model that I see in magazines You make me nervous You make my heart beat You are red in a sea of black and white You are a fire, you are dynamite You are a fire, you are dynamite You are a fire, you are dynamite