An invitation to dance on the floor
Entertainment was low in my home
Mother she sighs: what is love?
Is it something inside my brain
Love, oh it's driving us all insane
Oh.... Oh...

The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him

Spies looking into my window I watch
Spies they're watching us tonight

The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a surprise

Spies looking into my window I watch
Spies they never can deny

The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a surprise
Nothing really matters to him
The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
It's not a surprise

I see through your lies with my bionic eyes
I see through your mind with my bionic, bionic
I see through your lies with my bionic eyes
Bionic, bionic, bionic eyes.