An invitation to dance on the floor
Entertainment was low in my home
Mother she sighs; what is love
Is it something inside my brain
Love, oh it's driving us all insane
The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a suprise
Nothing really mathers to him
Spies, looking into my window
I watch
Spies, they never can deny
The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a suprise
I see through your lies
With my bionic eyes
I see through your mind
With my bionic, bionic
I see through your lies with my bionic eyes
Bionic, bionic, bionic
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