This is a calling card. Maybe it will be a farewell note. The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote. But if I avert your gaze. And I should become a shrinking flower. Just punch me on the arm. This could be our finest hour. 'Til now this was my view. But I'm counting on you. How am I ever going to make you see?. Nothing in this ugly world comes easily. I want you to be.... My lovely hooligan. Come by and smash my pane. 'Til I can see right through. My little blue window. This is a fingerprint. Maybe you will feel a fond caress. But when you start to speak. Are you tempted to confess?. Well I was a gloomy soul. Never thought I'd see a brighter day. The dark interior. Blows those silver clouds away. 'Til now this was my view. But I'm counting on you. How am I ever going to make you see?. Nothing in this ugly world comes easily. I want you to be.... My lovely hooligan. Come by and smash my pane. 'Til I can see right through