Cellophane Boy

And I’m not the judge or the referee
And I can’t accept, ‘cause I am uptight
And the smokes getting into my eyes are burning
My concern is I just might give you my life

And I can’t relate to the hypnotist
And I can’t get close, ‘cause the plastic wrap
And I want to have kids
But their fathers up inside the clouds
The distance between is on my mind

Up until now things have been fine, temporarily
You’re cute but the circumstance has changed
Your substitution method, crutch
Your whole protection from your pain
This presentation of my play
Is to change my cellophane boy

It’s not the 70’s
Let your future fly with me

Up until now things have been fine, temporarily
You’re cute but the circumstance has changed
Your substitution method, crutch
Your whole protection from your pain
This presentation of my play
Is to change my cellophane boy
And I want your habit to be me
Your harbor and your refugee

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