I got her picture up on my wall
she's the type of girl who don't care at all
if she's on your arm my tongue's hangin out
I don't mind if people hangin around
don't talk sex when it's under your breath
say it loud like you wanna confess
is she for real it's so hard to tell
yes she just smiles and her picture sells
she gets a rise
it gets me high
it's not enough when the feeling makes me buzz
you know my heart is on my sleeve
my heart is on my sleeve
but when you're cool as a breeze
they call you king of magazines
I like love when it feels like a drug
gettin high off the shot of her mug
her and I gotta steal away
o one notices if we leave today
shake your tail feather show what you got
centerfold or not we know she's hot
two tickets is all that we need
if I'm the band honey she's a scene
she gets a rise
it gets me high
it's not enough when the feeling makes me buzz
you know my heart is on my sleeve
my heart is on my sleeve
but when you're cool as a breeze
they call you king of magazines
she gets her off
it gets me hot
it's not enough when the feeling makes me burst
you know my heart is on my sleeve
my heart is on my sleeve
but when you're cool as a breeze
they call you king of magazines
you know my heart is on my sleeve
my heart is on my sleeve
but when you're cool as a breeze
they call you king of magazines