Can't Stop Staring
Can't Stop Staring
I pay no mind to others around
As I sit with my wife at a bar uptown
Then I notice near the Bud clock and the Blue Moon sign
A pin-up should be that's half past fine
And I play it off like I don't see
But the wife, she's always steps ahead of me
Could be the dress she's wearing
I can't stop staring
Could be her hair or her eyes
Could be the skin she's baring
But I can't stop staring
A little looking should not be denied
But out of respect, I'll turn my chair to the side
So not to get a glimpse that's perfectly clear
But I wind up with a better view from the mirror
While she plays pool, I can't help but see
All the fellows in the place, they got their heads turned just like me
Could be the dress she's wearing
I can't stop staring
Could be her hair or her eyes
Could be the skin she's baring
But I can't stop staring
I don't mean to make a spectacle, I
Am a gentleman in training, but I'm still just a guy
Solo
I apologize for being rude
As we leave our table, my eyes are still glued
Could be the dress she's wearing
I can't stop staring
Could be her hair or her eyes
Could be the skin she's baring
But I can't stop staring
I pay no mind to others around
As I sit with my wife at a bar uptown
Then I notice near the Bud clock and the Blue Moon sign
A pin-up should be that's half past fine
And I play it off like I don't see
But the wife, she's always steps ahead of me
Could be the dress she's wearing
I can't stop staring
Could be her hair or her eyes
Could be the skin she's baring
But I can't stop staring
A little looking should not be denied
But out of respect, I'll turn my chair to the side
So not to get a glimpse that's perfectly clear
But I wind up with a better view from the mirror
While she plays pool, I can't help but see
All the fellows in the place, they got their heads turned just like me
Could be the dress she's wearing
I can't stop staring
Could be her hair or her eyes
Could be the skin she's baring
But I can't stop staring
I don't mean to make a spectacle, I
Am a gentleman in training, but I'm still just a guy
Solo
I apologize for being rude
As we leave our table, my eyes are still glued
Could be the dress she's wearing
I can't stop staring
Could be her hair or her eyes
Could be the skin she's baring
But I can't stop staring
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