Gina knows what it's like to be   On the other side of midnight   Gina's eyes are sensitive   To the brighter side of daylight      She knows what it's like to be   The topic of conversation   While birthday boys are wallowing   In acres of adulation      I don't mind if you stand around   And look at me tonight   I quite like it, kinds like us are blind   To the dirt that gathers in between   The toes of moderation, Gina knows      You can come around but don't you talk to me   I'm not in the mood for conversation   You can come around but don't you talk to me      I don't mind if you come around   And drink up all my wine, won't be the first time   Sometimes I find little treasures hidden   Deep within my drawers, Gina knows      You can come around but don't you talk to me   I'm not in the mood for conversation   You can come around but don't you talk to me