And all her movements 
And all that make-up 
That doesn't work on me 
I would rather use magazines 

I'm on my way now 
Just me and my "know how" 
With the west wind in my hair 
We could be such a perfect pair 

Hey you 
You're in everything I do 
Hey you 
You got no clue 

I'm a winter sprinter 
I come from autumn 
But I'm heading for August now 
I can't afford to stop for a while