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, oh, oh
The boy with the x-ray eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
The boy with the x-ray eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
Spies looking into my window, I watch
Spies they're watching us tonight
The boy with the x-ray eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
The boy with the x-ray eyes
It's not a surprise
Spies looking into my window, I watch
Spies they never can deny
The boy with the x-ray eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
The boy with the x-ray eyes
It's not a surprise
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 eyes

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