Smoke and Mirrors
Well, my friends all have husbands
Tell them they love 'em
I think they're fooling themselves
Now they're out changing their looks
Buying self-help books
Sleeping with Jim
She kept on the shelf
And they all feel bad for me
Tell me I'm lonely
But I don't wait
For his plane to burn in flames
Blowin' smoke, baby
Is all I do, daily
It's all just smoke and mirrors
But I got you, yes I do!
And it's you babe (oooh, oooh) Yeah it's you babe (oooh, oooh)
Well, he lived in East Hampton
Now sleeps in his friends den
Preaches from his hell below
And he needs a quick fix from
His crude oil vixen
She says "honey take me home"
But he's got no place to go
And he says he's not lost at sea
How'd he get scurvy?
But you're the beacon
You know that I've been seekin'
Blowin' smoke, baby
Is all I do, daily
It's all just smoke and mirrors
But I got you, yes I do!
Call me any time you know I'll pick you up
When your feeling far away and down on your luck
Call me anytime to hear you're all I need
Oh you know what's real and what's real to me
(Oooh, Ooooh)
Blowin' smoke, baby
Is all I do, daily
It's all just smoke and mirrors
But I got you, yes I do
And it's you babe (oooh, oooh)
Yeah it's you babe (oooh, oooh)
Tell them they love 'em
I think they're fooling themselves
Now they're out changing their looks
Buying self-help books
Sleeping with Jim
She kept on the shelf
And they all feel bad for me
Tell me I'm lonely
But I don't wait
For his plane to burn in flames
Blowin' smoke, baby
Is all I do, daily
It's all just smoke and mirrors
But I got you, yes I do!
And it's you babe (oooh, oooh) Yeah it's you babe (oooh, oooh)
Well, he lived in East Hampton
Now sleeps in his friends den
Preaches from his hell below
And he needs a quick fix from
His crude oil vixen
She says "honey take me home"
But he's got no place to go
And he says he's not lost at sea
How'd he get scurvy?
But you're the beacon
You know that I've been seekin'
Blowin' smoke, baby
Is all I do, daily
It's all just smoke and mirrors
But I got you, yes I do!
Call me any time you know I'll pick you up
When your feeling far away and down on your luck
Call me anytime to hear you're all I need
Oh you know what's real and what's real to me
(Oooh, Ooooh)
Blowin' smoke, baby
Is all I do, daily
It's all just smoke and mirrors
But I got you, yes I do
And it's you babe (oooh, oooh)
Yeah it's you babe (oooh, oooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth D Brennan, Elizabeth Dana Brennan
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