Lady love your countryside Your motorways are very nice Come and get your Aerosols And help me paint up paradise Let's get messed up boy Messed up good
She's so small Tiny and crushed up Fifty four, the size of a child Long pale hair Her eyes are all red She's got skin the color of bread He's all bald
This little creature Lives in your wardrobe He's seen you fake it He's seen you naked He's been through your pockets And sucked out your secrets He stole
Eleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nice still raining, spied a man he looks away I never liked him much no conversation skills went on a quiz
She's a movie star arrangement Got a touch of bergman to her face She wears suits and buys him flowers Smokes his cigarettes and bakes him cakes He says
Throw me your matches 'cos I like to burn stuff Give me your lighter to keep me amused Kiss your fingers goodbye bye bye I'm burning them Kiss your fingers
We step through London The streets holding on to us We'll stand where the river bends I hope we fall in So this time maybe Lets take a photograph We'
So I'll admit that it all started as a scam 'Cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan We know you're old but you're kind You're rich and your heart
This man lives in the ocean He puts his favorite clothes on And drifts away day after day And you can't hear me call This man needs a direction You want
You're a big man But you're out of shape I could help you Get it back again We should both go to bed Till we make each other sore We should both stay
He lives on his own The TV's on loan He watches old movies He lives in a flat The lino's all cracked But he's got plans, bingo He sings like Sinatra
You closed your eyes and left me here And now I'm jealous of your sleep I made some noise to wake you up It seems you've drifted out of reach I'm not
She's seen one and looks funny It made her cry, said "Boo" to her She captured one all hairy Stuck needles in it's eyes, he cries He's reading a thin
Friday's gym and sunday's grim He sees an analyst on tuesday morning She's no happier than him She only likes to hear her own voice talking Oh well have
the big hills for a dare Oh when its dark here There's a voice that will always call you in But you don't care You still sleep without thinking Best
Busy drinking gin In a bar at Biloxi But I've only had four Only had four Benny and the Jets And a waitress called Roxy And she's all you want for All
Everything is quiet Everything is cruel God, You never noticed me Or anything at all But I breathe, but I breathe All of us are broken All of us are
Two ferries collide and you'll be the one Standing on the dock reading papers in the sun The ice age arrives you'll keep me warm Falling at your feet