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...