You're Looking Fine

Tonight you started dancing and taking off your shirt
A table of accountants was looking up your skirt
And if you had been drinking, I'd blame it on the wine
I just sit here thinking, my God, you're looking fine

It usually takes a cocktail to make you act this way
To put on more mascara than even Tammy Faye
And then you start crying, you're liable to go blind
Even when you're crying, my God, you're looking fine

You're looking fine
Fine
You're looking fine

So now you're on the table, disheveled as can be
I tried to get you down but you would only curse at me
I guess your mental problems are just as bad as mine
Even though you're psycho, my God, you're looking fine

Now maybe if I'm lucky, tonight will be the night
Maybe we could both get our medications right
Maybe all the planets will be perfectly aligned
But even if nothing happens, my God, you're looking fine

You're looking fine
Fine
You're looking fine
You're really looking fine