Don’t look now, your mind’s deteriorating
Don’t look now, and if it’s irritating
I’ll know how to set it right again
Don’t look now, your world’s collapsing, dear
Don’t look now, and if it’s taxing, dear
I’ll know how to put it back again
(Alphaville) She sleeps in useless flesh
(Alphaville) The rancid, blood-soaked breast
(Alphaville) In sunlight and slow death
(Don't look now) She’s a movie star, she’s a little bit touched
(Don't look now) She’s so wünderbar, all gears and no clutch