My 2 Cents (Live In Glasgow)

He's like a whip That doesn't crack You'll take a sip And you're on your back Those big blue eyes Are hard to reach So impossible It makes you meek Like a guitar That cries for days Seduces you In a thousand ways You feel his strings Now you're uptight It makes any girl Weaken at his sight 'Cause he's not undercover He walks past his lovers And the others know there's no defense There is no evidence He creates an illusion That leads to confusion And you give up your common sense Well that's my two cents He's like a wall That's made of steel Too cold to touch And not much to feel His sullen smile He shares with few The tricks of the trade He's glad to lose Into thin air He disappears Gives one last look And a frozen leer Your heart, for sure Is good as gone Love's the TV set That says there's nothing on 'Cause he's not undercover He walks past his lovers And the others know there's no defense There is no evidence He creates an illusion That leads to confusion And you give up your common sense Well that's my two cents There's no PI With a promise of a glint All the cores dissipate When there are no fingerprints Don't retrace your steps 'Cause he's staring right at you A one man casino If you spin the wheel, you lose 'Cause he's not undercover He walks past his lovers And the others know there's no defense There is no evidence He creates an illusion That leads to confusion And you give up your common sense Well that's my two cents