Lyrics:

Now there's newsprint all over your face Well maybe that's why I can read you like a book Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite I go and lose my appetite Look at the men that you'd call uncle They'd like to sink their teeth into you For the pride and the pleasure And the privilege of having you If I say you're the one do you think that I'm serious You get that kind of talk from older men If I say I love you then I must be delirious So why are you trying to put my temperature up again Look at the men that you'd call uncle Having a heart attack round your ankles When you wake up with X-rated eyes When you wake up still shaking How can I apologize As you check your effects and check your reflection I'm so affected in the face of your affection Look at the men that you'd call uncle Having a heart attack round your ankles I could swear, I could promise that I'll always be true to you But we may not live to be so old I could even say I'm going to do something new to you Now the girls I see just leave me cold Look at the men that you call uncle...