Текст: David Lee Roth. Skyscraper. Perfect Timing.

Is this just a passing fancy, or another passing game?
Is this just a little something, that fallen angels play?
I've had a million fantasies, but that was make believe
Baby, open up this door before I freeze

Girl stop complaining
You're afraid of the dark
We'll go the distance
I don't think it's so far

I think it's perfect, perfect, perfect timing
I think it's perfect, perfect timing

Well I tried to send a message
Yes I tried the telephone
But I guess that I ain't lucky
And my card say no one's home

If the cards are on the table
That's a calculated risk
That's if accidental angels
Do exist

Just for a moment, if you think the moment's right
Let's not lose that moment tonight

Perfect, perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect timing

I'm thinkin' this is the right time
I'm hoping you feel the same
'Cause that light at the end of the tunnel
Is the front of an oncoming train

Go out fight
Fighting

Perfect, perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect timing

Perfect, perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect timing
Perfect, perfect timing