I know where your head is
I can tell through the color
I can see your empty bottle
Your eyegla**es slipped right off your nose
The magician shuffles that fixed deck
And you watch as the tricks roll on
Your head turns when you catch that sly one
Your eyegla**es slipped right off your nose
They slipped right off your nose
They slipped right off your nose
They slipped right off your nose
They slipped right off your nose
You sit back and play your player
The sheets sit in lumps by your feet
My head, my head is an organ
My head, my head is full of this
My head is full of this
My head is full of this
My head is full of this
My head is full of this