I got her picture up on my wall She's the type of girl who don't care at all If she's on your arm all tongue's hangin' out I don't mind if people hangin' around Don't talk sex when it's under your breath Say it loud like you wanna confess Is she for real? It's so hard to tell Yeah, she just smiles and her picture sells She gets a rise, it gets me high It's not enough when the feelin' makes me buzz You know my heart is on my sleeve My heart is on my sleeve But when you're cool as a breeze They call you king of magazines I like love when it feels like a drug Gettin' high off the shot of her mug Her and I gotta steal away No one notices if we leave today Shake a tailfeather, show what you got Centerfold or not we know she's hot Two tickets is all that we need If I'm the band, honey, she's a scene, yeah She gets a rise, it gets me high It's not enough when the feelin' makes me buzz You know my heart is on my sleeve My heart is on my sleeve But when you're cool as a breeze They call you king of magazines She gets a rise, it gets me high It's not enough when the feelin' makes me buzz You know my heart is on my sleeve My heart is on my sleeve But when you're cool as a breeze They call you king of magazines You know my heart is on my sleeve My heart is on my sleeve But when you're cool as a breeze They call you king of magazines