Plates by The Russian Futurists Lyrics

She's soft and demure and her intentions are pure
And her body is lithe and she lays by my side
And I've made this all clear but she just don't wanna hear me
I'm getting the sense that she can't take compliments

She's spinning plates, I hate to burst her bubble
But she's got eyes that make the Great Lakes puddles
And with one look I was hooked on trouble
'Cause she's got eyes that make the Great Lakes puddles