Did your imagination get you down

Thoughts get lost in a sound

That makes you seem more like her

Romance dies at midnight

But love can last till closing time

Babe, belle laide where did you go

I miss you so

Can we be friends

Is this the end

Wait until you see this beautiful young girl

She’s on your right stands on her tip toes

And she’s all alone

Anything that’s missing are the things I can’t see

And does it really matter

She wont know

And does it really matter

Oh no, I didn’t think so

The last romantic thought of mine died

As soon as I looked from your eyes

To those overly revealing, healing thighs

That choke me as I try to say hi

And gods pulling on my puppet strings

Always make me say the wrong things

Babe, belle laide

If only I knew the right words to win your heart

To win your

Maybe I wouldn’t be falling apart

Just like I am right now

Does your imagination get you down

Voice that fills you full of doubt

Does your imagination get you down

Voice that comes and stares you down