you’ve got the beauty disguise. and there’s nothing i can do. i can't take my eyes off of you. you’ve got the beauty disguise. you can’t be telling me everything. i just hope the bits you leave out aren’t going to come back and bite me. i take you at your word. and all the warnings i never heard. who knows what lies behind. your beauty disguise. just want to get lost in those beautiful eyes. i just want to get lost. in your beauty disguise. he says he’s so funny. but nobody’s laughing. and when you say something. he’s always interrupting. he’s not so complicated. or interesting. he’s not arty. he’s just the drunk guy at the party. he tells you a story. but it’s got no point. he says he’s of psychic. then bogarts the joint. he’s defensive and pushy. all at the same time. he’s the drunk guy doing all the lines. and deep down he thinks he’s smart. and funny. all big ideas and blue sky. when really he’s just the drunk guy. at the party. don’t distract me from my purpose. don’t deflect me from my way. don’t disturb the polished surface. as i head off on the last great crusade. i only take what’s mine. and that’s the battle song. so give me all the oil and all the land. march beside me. hand in hand. and never question a word i have to say. on the last great crusade. convinced of invincibility. none will fall. might and right are with us. we can have it all. on this last great crusade. don’t go sentimental. it’s not us who’s fundamental. it’s our principles we defend. and our self-righteousness never ends. so give praise to george and god. don’t worry about the blood. the truth will lie beneath us. like the innocence we defeated. on this last great crusade. she ties her hair with string and i have to say it’s not normal. that girl is many things and all of them are not normal. her ears are pierced with rings and so are other things. it’s not normal. and what she brings. it’s not normal. in my safe little normal world. she’s a very different girl. and it’s not normal.