Now there's newsprint all over your face    Well maybe that's why I can read you like a book    Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite    I go and lose my appetite    Look at the men that you'd call uncle    They'd like to sink their teeth into you    For the pride and the pleasure    And the privilege of having you       If I say you're the one do you think that I'm serious    You get that kind of talk from older men    If I say I love you then I must be delirious    So why are you trying to put my temperature up again       Look at the men that you'd call uncle    Having a heart attack round your ankles       When you wake up with X-rated eyes    When you wake up still shaking    How can I apologize    As you check your effects and check your reflection    I'm so affected in the face of your affection       Look at the men that you'd call uncle    Having a heart attack round your ankles       I could swear, I could promise that I'll always be true to you    But we may not live to be so old    I could even say I'm going to do something new to you    Now the girls I see just leave me cold       Look at the men that you call uncle...