I don't trust you like a shirt, but I want to be down with you in Hollywood baby the streets got that effect on me like a wanderlust I'm still floating about free game working late, I don't want you to tell me I'm good I want you to tell me I'm great I want to be all your falling moonlight fantasies late night catch fire my golden skin emerging from the shower in my calvin kleins make me feel Portuguese, a misty memory resurfacing to my mind collecting sparks in my eyes with bright wonder