You’re Not Boz Scaggs

I can read the papers
But I can't read you
Cancel my subscription
I'll take pay per view
This lover from another planet
Made up to look like you
You're out there, honey
This is out of hand
Or is it all smoke and mirrors
Some holographic stunt
I'm going through
Or is it voodoo
And though your fingers don't leave your hand
They just don't touch me anymore
Anymore

Well, I see your face
It's here
And it's like your voice
Is here
Your pretty pink mouth
Mmm, it's hot
Everybody's here
You're not

Well I know you're in range
The jingle of your change
Is ringing a bell
Ring a ringer
This knee jerk show of affection
A sticky new confection
Well I can't get it down