Perfume

When you explode into the room
All I can smell is your perfume;
And the cigarette jazzing up the atmosphere

You think it's fine, I know it's broke
You think it's all some kind of joke
But how can I laugh when I'm locked up in here?

And it's a beautiful day outside
And it's a beautiful day outside

I press my nose against the glass
I steam it up, but it don't last
I am a man after all and I'm dying here

I had it good, now I get none
I had all but those days are done
Now I get to watch you run around down there

And it's a beautiful day outside
And it's a beautiful day outside

There's all these girls outside wrapped up in winter clothes
My imagination grows, I can't convince my eyes to close
You're on the town again and I'm drowning in your bed
Your perfume is in my head, and it's driving me
Driving me, driving me, driving me

And it's a beautiful day outside
And it's a beautiful day outside
And it's a beautiful day outside
And it's a beautiful day outside