2 many eyes

I've got as many eyes as you want
and every body's agreed
one frank step forward
and one ready to bleed
your shoes under my bed
I'm not even going to ask
what you're thinking about
I'm removing my mask
but i still have my legs
it's always the same
three steps backward
it's a strange old game
as if in a deep trance
this used to be called romance
in the grip of frightful pain
violating me with your whims
what do you have to gain?
go to it, my dear!
starting over from the start
watching from ambush
like a robber stealing a heart
I've got as many eyes as you want
and every body's agreed
one frank step forward
and one ready to bleed
I'm ready for something
starting over from the start
my hand inside my jacket
massaging my heart.