Autoamerican Lyrics - 1980
There you are, giving candy.
Making confidence with an easy eye.
Easy words... oh, what a dancer.
Dance you right into the corner in the fire.
Do the dark apostle.
Do the sidewalk hustle.
Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire.
Walk on glass with the master.
There's no question he can't answer with his eyes.
What a stage, oh what a dancer.
Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes.
When you break the rules and you burn your bridges,
And your fingers itch and they're getting wet when you look at her.
Do the dark apostle.
Do the sidewalk hustle.
Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire.
Walk on glass, walk on fire.
