Boz Scaggs You're Not
I can read the papers
But I can't read you
Cancel my subscription
I'll take pay per view
This lover from another planet
Made up to look like you
You're out there, honey
This is out of hand
Or is it all smoke and mirrors
Some holographic stunt
I'm going through
Or is it voodoo
And though your fingers don't leave your hand
They just don't touch me anymore
Anymore
Well, I see your face
It's here
And it's like your voice
Is here
Your pretty pink mouth
Mmm, it's hot
Everybody's here
You're not
Well I know you're in range
The jingle of your change
Is ringing a bell
Ring a ringer
This knee jerk show of affection
A sticky new confection
Well I can't get it down
And even when you do that thing
That kinky thing you do
Well you're getting too good
You've been practicing without me
And I just don't recognize
The space behind your eyes anymore
Well you got your little dog
He's here
Even your, your good intent
It's here
You say you'll meet me
You're on the dot
Well the gang's all here, honey
But you're not
I see the writing on the wall
Looks like I'm headed for a fall
Uh oh
But the supernatural fact
This is a disappearing act
I'm about to debut
Why couldn't you be true
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
You're not
