Tears on your blackmail
  Written to ransom
  A point of the fingernail
  Says that he's handsome
  Clowntime is over
  Time to take cover
  While others just talk and talk
  Somebody's watching where the others don't walk
  Clowntime is over
  
  A voice in the shadows
  Says that his men know
  He don't step back as expected
  He's otherwise and unprotected
  
  Chorus
  
  Almost too good to be true
  Who do you? why do you? what do you do?
  While everybody's hiding under covers
  Who's making lover's lane safe again for lovers?