What's wrong with this picture,
A -M -M -N, what's in a name?
To me they're one and the same
I need a sound that expounds
It's driving me to despair
I search his eye for a smile
Like it's gone out of style
Don't tell me the weather
You know you should never commit
yourself to statements of bold
Golden oldies, tired and true
Integrious, what will you do?
I need a sound, let it sound
describe the meter's despair
I search the dial for a smile,
like it's gone out of style
They brighten all our dreary lives
You're gonna need some anisole
Hollywood meets rock 'n 'roll
I need a sound that expands
it's time for me to disappear
I've searched the night for a smile
Like it's gone out of style
I need a man that is found
It's hard for me to be fair
I touch the dial for a smile
Like it's gone out of style