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...

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Writer(s): ELVIS COSTELLO