Backfired - Deborah Harry

Backfired

Your plan, your plan

Backfired

Backfired

My man, your plan

Backfired in your face

You came into my life to test me Your diplomatic drag depressed me And even your eyes undressed me You were poly-slick, really thick

Wasting time, dropping lines

Like I could get you into movies

But we wound up at 'Hoy Joys' for hamburgers to go Backfired

Your plan

Backfired

Backfired

My man, your plan

Backfired in your face

To steal my mind was your objective

The way you spoke was too aggressive

Your silly jokes were not impressive

Like a travelling salesman

Fondled my three daughters yet

All the creeps were so suggestive

Then we ran down to 'Hoy Joys' for hamburgers to go Backfired

Your plan

Backfired

Backfired

My man, your plan

Backfired in your face

Oh, come here, my little dear I’ve got what it takes

Give me just what I want and I’ll give you a break

Sounds like your steeping on your lips your lips 'cause you’re talking so fast

Buying for first, crying for last

Now come on, little lady, don’t shoot me down

I’ve got strong connections all over the town

Just drop to a dead stop

Backfired

Your plan

Backfired

Backfired

My man, your plan

Backfired

You were poly-slick, really thick

Wasting time, dropping lines

Backfired

A travelling salesman

Have fondled my three daughters yet

Backfired

Backfired, backfired

Backfired, backfired

Backfired, backfired

and try it again

Slick performance on demand

Backfired

Better back up fast and head out West

You may still collect

Backfired

Backfired

Your plan

Backfired, backfired

My man, your plan

Backfired