Going out on the strip tonight.
The smog, it blots out starlight.
'Til you only got one thing on your mind.

It doesn't require much thought.
It doesn't require a lot.
You've got evolution on your side.

But three seconds is all you get,
So make it snappy: game, match, set.
And in a minute, you're gonna learn
If your snap decision isn't gonna crash and burn!

What do you think?
What about it?
Don't think about it, baby, just blink.
No need to think.
It's a gut reaction, you know.
Attraction is an instinct.
You've got no choice in the matter,
No voice in the matter but to blink.

The pitch is the itch you scratch.
I'm striking the perfect match
With which to set fire to this town.

It doesn't require that much.
It only requires a touch
Before my defenses all burn down.

Three seconds to make the catch.
So make it snappy: game, set, match.
In a minute, you're gonna learn
If your snap decision isn't gonna crash and burn!

What do you think?
What about it?
Don't think about it, baby, just blink.
No need to think.
It's a gut reaction, you know.
Attraction is an instinct.
You've got no choice in the matter,
No voice in the matter but to blink.

Three seconds to make the catch.
So make it snappy: game, set, match.
In a minute, you're gonna learn
If your snap decision isn't gonna crash...

So, blink!
What do you think?
What about it?
Don't think about it, baby, just blink.
No need to think.
It's a gut reaction, you know.
Attraction is an instinct.
You've got no choice in the matter,
No voice in the matter but to blink.