Here's Looking at You Songtext
von Blondie
Here's Looking at You Songtext
As I sit staring into this liquid amber
Ripples move out to the edge of the glass
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just wanna jump into the warm depths
And be there with you, one more time
Oh, alright
Hit it boys
My initials sprayed across a pavement cut into your private interview
Talk to me now
Step into my room, we′ll have a word or two
If I ever had a million dollars and if I didn't give it all to you would you lose interest?
Show me indifference?
Foot in another shoe?
Not very high heels
Not wearing sneakers too
A magazine ad, a printed canvas, a basic new shade blue suede shoe
Thought I′d like to have a little party
Thought I'd like to have a little do
Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment, honey, here's looking at you
I′ll stop my drinking, give you my promise true
Clean out the closet, be existential
And cast a vote for the president too
But for the action of the moment, nothing does what it ought to do
Instant depression, I learned my lesson, nothing that I′d rather do
Come on over my place
Can't see him sideways
Honey, here′s looking at you, oh
Ripples move out to the edge of the glass
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just wanna jump into the warm depths
And be there with you, one more time
Oh, alright
Hit it boys
My initials sprayed across a pavement cut into your private interview
Talk to me now
Step into my room, we′ll have a word or two
If I ever had a million dollars and if I didn't give it all to you would you lose interest?
Show me indifference?
Foot in another shoe?
Not very high heels
Not wearing sneakers too
A magazine ad, a printed canvas, a basic new shade blue suede shoe
Thought I′d like to have a little party
Thought I'd like to have a little do
Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment, honey, here's looking at you
I′ll stop my drinking, give you my promise true
Clean out the closet, be existential
And cast a vote for the president too
But for the action of the moment, nothing does what it ought to do
Instant depression, I learned my lesson, nothing that I′d rather do
Come on over my place
Can't see him sideways
Honey, here′s looking at you, oh
Writer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com