On the train to Amsterdam
She turned and looked me in the eye
Blue and fluid moving to and fro
She said she had to make a stop
Said she had to make a buy
It would take a moment
A little taste for home

Put the package in a box
And put the box inside my bag
No one will notice
No one will ever know
Took the wrong-way taxi cab out to Schiphol just in time
For the boarding of a triple 7 home

I really can’t explain
‘Cause I don’t understand
I got board that plane
With the contraband
I must have been insane
Now I’m freakin’ out

She bends my brain like a Uri Geller Spoon

She falls into another nap
Magazine upon her lap
How can she do this knowing what she knows?
My heart is beating in my chest
Now I’m hoping for the best
No I’m not nervous
I’m laughing at the show

I really need a drink
“Miss can you bring me one?”
I’m nearly on the brink
“Yeah a Coke and rum”
I daring not to think
Yeah, I’m freakin’ out

She bends my brain like a Uri Geller Spoon
And she melts my heart like a Dali clock at noon
She bends my brain like a Uri Geller Spoon

(She bends me. She upends me. And offends me.)

Touch the ground at MIA
And still I’m wishing it away
Confess to nothing
Blame it on the girl

They find the box inside the bag
She turns a wink, a smile, a shag
Before you know it, we’re on the shuttle bus to Alton Road

“I nearly lost my life”
“Yeah, I’m crazy like that”
“All that pain and strife”
“Yeah but it’s over now”
“Will you be my wife?”
“Oh, don’t be absurd.”

She bends my brain like a Uri Geller Spoon
And she melts my heart like a Dali clock at noon
She bends my brain
And she melts my heart
She bends my brain like a Uri Geller Spoon