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 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 My little blue window