I got her picture up on my wall   she's the type of girl who don't care at all   if she's on your arm my tongue's hangin out   I don't mind if people hangin around   don't talk sex when it's under your breath   say it loud like you wanna confess   is she for real it's so hard to tell   yes she just smiles and her picture sells      she gets a rise   it gets me high   it's not enough when the feeling makes me buzz      you know my heart is on my sleeve   my heart is on my sleeve   but when you're cool as a breeze   they call you king of magazines      I like love when it feels like a drug   gettin high off the shot of her mug   her and I gotta steal away   no one notices if we leave today   shake your tail feather show what you got   centerfold or not we know she's hot   two tickets is all that we need   if I'm the band honey she's a scene      she gets a rise   it gets me high   it's not enough when the feeling makes me buzz      you know my heart is on my sleeve   my heart is on my sleeve   but when you're cool as a breeze   they call you king of magazines      she gets her off   it gets me hot   it's not enough when the feeling makes me burst      you know my heart is on my sleeve   my heart is on my sleeve   but when you're cool as a breeze   they call you king of magazines      you know my heart is on my sleeve   my heart is on my sleeve   but when you're cool as a breeze   they call you king of magazines