Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed

I met a Frenchman in a field last night

He was out there with an easel painting carnival light

He said, " I used to paint the Princess, I used to paint the frogs

Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs

Sometimes it's a country

Sometimes it's a girl

You know everybody got to have a purpose in this world

You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart

Don't you know that women are the only works of art?"

And you're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

And you're gonna hit somethin'

But that's the way it goes

Some guys were born to Rimbaud

Some guys breathe Baudelaire

Some guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere

You can breed 'em by the thousands

You can check 'em, you can train

Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the Seine

How many arrows must I shoot into the blue?

Ahh you little maniac, I'm crazy over you

So before the death of lovers and the punishment of pride

Let's go scrape on the Terrazzo, it's just too hot outside

And you're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

And you're gonna hit somethin'

But that's the way it goes

(just listen to me..

Talk talk talk'n talk

Talk talk sweet talk

Talk talk tough talk

Talk talk dirty talk

Talk talk walk 'n talk

Talk talk me talk

Talk talk baby talk

Kiss kiss

Kiss me baby)

( talk talk talk'n talk

Talk talk smooth talk

Talk talk muddy talk

Talk talk back talk

Talk talk small talk

Talk talk heavy talk

Talk talk peace talk

Talk talk bull shit)