I’m wearing a wire
Ignore the matador’s more formal attire
And magnificent moves
I’m bearing her dreams
Of imperiled Romeos, of harrowing jeans
Of magnificent fools

I close my eyes and slide my armor on
I close my eyes and rev my thundering chrome

I’m a he-man
I’m a wasteland
I’m baring my chest for the wind in the grandstand
Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man

Pardon my fame
Beware the barren, snarled, and jagged terrain
Of magnificent fools
And beautiful spies
Disguised as ordinary husbands and wives
In magnificent shoes

I close my eyes and slide my brilliant disguise on
I close my eyes and wait for stolen codes on a park bench alone

I’m a heartthrob on a bandstand
I’m swirling my hips for the wind in the grandstand
Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man

I’m far away
Drifting so far away
I’m far away
Floating so far away

She wiggles her toes
At them dandy Romeos emphatically clothed
In magnificent shoes
She giggles and grins
I don’t want to win her back, I only want to win
Her magnificent jewels

I close my eyes and slide my leathers on
I close my eyes and ride these wastelands alone

I’m an outlaw, I’m a cowhand
I’m tipping my hat to the ghosts in the grandstand
Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man
I’m a spy and a Romeo
A suave and exotic mysterious gigolo
Bottled up inside the life of a terrified man