He can't seem to get through Just like those playboys do Can he turn back the time? He wonders, too So devastated over his mirror view Is he made to give up? He ain't got a clue Armed with his golden card Hands full but a empty heart Dressed with state-of-the-art He tries to impress, but still The girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill But, still the girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill Well, at the dive, he drinks 1,000 drinks A line up the nose just to get in synch Armed with his golden card Hands full but a empty heart Dressed with state-of-the-art He tries to impress, but still The girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill But, still the girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill And all his troubles He confess To a faceless, backless Satin dress Topped up heavy He spits out "Mine or your place?" Then she walks out... Armed with his golden card Hands full but a empty heart Dressed with state-of-the-art He tries to impress, but still He tries to impress, but still The girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill But, still the girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill But, still the girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill But, still the girls out of reach Girls out of reach Girls out of reach, he's dill