Walking down the street like she owns the world Take a look at her, the high-class girl She looks so fine on the outside but inside she out somewhere Can she be reached? No, she’s out of touch
Vibrations that she sends out say “take me home, please” And you think maybe she’s got possibilities Well, the flame in her eye will get you high, but she’ll leave you colder than ice Can she be reached? No, she’s out of touch
Hears the pitch, she blows the game Looks like blood but feels like pain I know what you’re goin’ through, yeah Just a bit of free advice Before you have to pay the price She’s been with much more than you
Walking down the street like she owns the world Take a look at her, the high-class girl She looks so fine on the outside but inside she out somewhere Can she be reached? No, she’s out of touch
Hears the pitch, she blows the game Looks like blood but feels like pain I know what you’re goin’ through, yeah Just a bit of free advice Before you have to pay the price She’s been with much more than you
She’s out of touch, yeah, yeah She’s out of touch, yeah I know she’s out of touch!