A Blur in Your Vision

My poor eyes stop sulking and they're winking now
 Shuffling as they're gnawing at the bit
 Of your poor smile,
 Two lips as they are leaving.
 This bar is a joke.
 Do you get it?
 I know I'm going to get your number
 When I speed dial information,
 Cause I'm going to be bad
 For the both of us, for the both of us.
 This bar is a joke
 Did someone gets its number?
 They're people running round,
 But no one seems to know
 When you came, or why you seem to linger.
 Why does it matter I'm lingering myself.
 I know I'm going to get your number
 When I speed dial information,
 Cause I'm going to be bad
 For the both of us, for the both of us.
 And the last calls already taken,
 And your train's pulling out of the station...
 So i'm going to be bad
 For the both of us.