Print

She was talking about the world situationShe was sitting on a coffee-bar stoolI heard her say something clever 'bout inflationAnd the Ayatollah's ruleIt was over my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head,Her eyes were plastered with a lot of mascaraAnd her hair was cut by VidalI was wondering how I was going to score herA real live intellectualAnd then she started talking bout a new productionOf Dostoyevsky in dragThe way her mouth moved was pure seductionWhen she said she'd written it up in a magIt was over my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head,Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of thinkingLetras de cancionesGetting plugged into silicon chipsAll I could think about was lateral linkingAnd I just watched her Mary Quant lipsTalking over my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head,She asked me was I ever into FelliniAnd what did I think of GodardI tried to imagine her in a bikiniAnd didn't find it was hardShe said have you seen that Fritz Lang movieWhere the hero loses his soul?I said I didn't think that sounded too groovyI'm more into rock and rollShe was over my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head, over my headOver my head,Over my head,Over my head, From Letras Mania