I got her picture up my wall
She´s the type of girl who don´t care at all
If she´s on your arm all tongues hangin´ out
I don´t mind if people hanging ´round

Don´t talk sex when it´s under your breath
Say it loud like you want to 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 feeling 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
Getting high off the shot of her mug
Her and I got to 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 the scene

She gets a rise
It gets me high
It´s not enough
When the feeling 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 feeling 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