I’m wearing a wire   Ignore the matador’s more formal attire   And magnificent moves   I’m bearing her dreams   Of imperiled Romeos, of harrowing jeans   Of magnificent fools      I close my eyes and slide my armor on   I close my eyes and rev my thundering chrome      I’m a he-man   I’m a wasteland   I’m baring my chest for the wind in the grandstand   Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man      Pardon my fame   Beware the barren, snarled, and jagged terrain   Of magnificent fools    And beautiful spies   Disguised as ordinary husbands and wives   In magnificent shoes      I close my eyes and slide my brilliant disguise on   I close my eyes and wait for stolen codes on a park bench alone      I’m a heartthrob on a bandstand   I’m swirling my hips for the wind in the grandstand   Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man      I’m far away   Drifting so far away   I’m far away   Floating so far away      She wiggles her toes   At them dandy Romeos emphatically clothed   In magnificent shoes   She giggles and grins   I don’t want to win her back, I only want to win   Her magnificent jewels      I close my eyes and slide my leathers on   I close my eyes and ride these wastelands alone      I’m an outlaw, I’m a cowhand   I’m tipping my hat to the ghosts in the grandstand   Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man   I’m a spy and a Romeo   A suave and exotic mysterious gigolo   Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man