When it goes around we're settled in your town and you fear you're up on a wall, being magnified. Can it be: You and me, lady, two or three babies A billion bucks in the trust and we're on top We're way up top I feel like being the ones who are up to no good We'll be the ones they talk about when they sit down American dreams, deceiving smiles I feel like being the ones who are up to no good I'm a baby, I want to cry Sew this seam so it's so tight that it won't die And in my dream when we meet eyes we can't die Sew this seam so it's so tight it just won't die Creative beings in big lies Oh, we will lie Should we be more uncivilized? Don't apologize, pretend I'm yours and you are mine