An invitation to dance on the floor
   Entertainment was low in my home
   My vicious eyes; what is love?
   Is it something inside my brain
   Love, oh it's driving us all insane
   The Boy with the X-Ray Eyes
   It's not a suprise
   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 suprise
  
   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