There's a plastic man in a sports car   And he knows that he knows it all   His plastic features are smiling   As he scrapes them against a wall   There's a cover girl on a stake-out   As a worm on a hook she's bait   In the trunk of a plymouth in Memphis   She thinks she's made a mistake      Go on and give me some fresh new eyes   Dress my tongue in a new disguise   Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it      There's a sandman on the embankment   And his face has washed away   He's a prisoner by design   He thinks he's made a mistake      Go on and give me some fresh new eyes   Dress my tongue in a new disguise   Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it      To taste it