When my ups are down
When my downs are up
I want you
Feeling inside out
And from the outside in
I want you

On the silver screen
In a magazine
I see you
Through the telephone
Or a megaphone
I want you

Assuring, confusing
I see you
In saintly reverence
Or wicked decadence
I want you

When the days just yawn
When the nights are long
I want you
In a coo-coo tone
Then I shout it home
I want you