Texty: Blondie. Don't Look Around.

You look to me and you tell me things like a magazine.
And you fix on me with the secret eye like a submarine.
You camoflauge with your entourage.
You can disappear.
You look to me though I can tell where you've been and where you're going.

Ooh lalala la ah.

You can't look around, you can't look around, you know.
Why look up and down you can't look around you know know know know.

When you've been to half the world and when you go away,
When you've been to africa, when you've seen bombay,
You're looking down from a plane, looking down at your sector.
Take a look at the factories, they look just like transistors.

You can't look around, you can't look around, you know.
Don't look around you know.
Why look up and down?
You won't turn around and go go go go.
You don't look around, you can't look around, you know.
There's no one around to see that you're all alone.


Your perfect face in a perfect place.
Could this be a situation for me to see,
For me to see you standing like a statue?
And to the left and to the right lions waiting for the night.
Come down, don't explain, and don't you wonder.
Don't you wonder why.
Why.
Ooh, don't you wonder why.

Don't look.
Don't look no.

You can't look around, you can't look around, you know, you know.
Don't look around you know.
You can't look around, you can't look around.
You know.
You can't look around, you can't look around, you know.
Don't look around you know.
No no no.