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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 uh oh I love you But I'm not sure I trust you You seem strange to me She's got green eyes and she's lovely Reminds me of the 'it' girl with her lips Got an automatic license Reads all Dostoyevsky's household tips He says uh oh I love you But I'm not sure I trust you You seem strange to me How come everyone suspects her Attach her to a lie detector Watch a thousand housewives fizz and burn And every time she answers yes The needles on his polygraph test Just go round in circles like his brain She's got long hair but she's ugly Got a touch of Einstein to her brain She wears fat clothes but she's cunning People say she's easy all the same He says uh oh I love you But I'm not sure I trust you You seem strange to me It took a thousand cliches just to scold her Took a man from Stepford and a tape recorder Got his ego broken, so crestfallen You made a start, you made us laugh Stop it. You're a grown man baby It's just that your head's no good |
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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'll burn all the negatives I hope we fall in.. Its never gonna be this good so just climb in How long till reason makes us small again? And it feels just like we just got started.. Its still you - Taking me under We turn to be scared.. Then decide that we don't care Wear ourselves out on the way down Its still you - And the moment you left me you said I was cheap - You were the sale of the century Grease ourselves up on the way down And now I touch you I don't know where you begin Sometimes you're a piece of me I hope we fall in.. Its never gonna be this good so just climb in How long till reason makes us small again It feels just like we just got started.. Its still you - Taking me under We turn to be scared.. Then decide that we don't care Wear ourselves out on the way down Its still you And the moment you left me you said I was cheap - You were the sale of the century Grease ourselves up on the way down Its been too long, so it could just be something ate It feels just like we just got started.. Its still you - Taking me under We turn to be scared.. Then decide that we don't care Wear ourselves out on the way down Its still you And the moment you left me you said I was cheap - You were the sale of the century Grease ourselves up on the way down |
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Quickly she came, dressed up for fame,
Riding her perfume downstairs. Make-up like glue, she danced 'round the room, To the sound of the corduroy flares. Let's go to town, taxis all round, We could stop for a couple of beers. He looks at it all, stifles a yawn, She tries not to look like she cares. What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong? I thought we had it sorted Out the other day Maybe I'm just stupid Can't we try again? No-one told me it was raining. Can't face a club, They walk to a nearby pub, Watch a couple of bands. Draining the glass, they walk home at last, Reaching for each other's hands. Nothing is said, he goes to bed Dreaming of her on his own. She stays up all week, watching him sleep, Scared that she'll wake up alone. What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong? I thought we had it sorted Out the other day Maybe I'm just stupid Can't we try again? No-one told me it was raining. I'll miss you every day of your life And oh, you'll feel it too, You're not that strong, You know I'm onto you. I'll miss you every day of your life And maybe when you're dead, I'll get some rest, From holding onto you. What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong? I thought we had it sorted Is there someone else? Or am I too familiar? Was it when I said I wanted to have children? Tore up all your photos, Didn't feel too clever, Spent the whole of Sunday Sticking you together. Now I'd like to call you, But I feel too awkward. Some things need explaining, No-one told me it was raining. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WENER <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 4:05 |
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Rides his bike on a tarmac causeway
Makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere Dreams of rockets and home-run heroes Takes the brakes off on 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 of luck Mr Gorsky all the world's waiting for you There's a clock on the wall And it ticks when you're small Counting for you Good luck Mr Gorsky all the worlds waiting for you There's a plaque on the wall That your wife won at school Cleans it for you Making holes in the tall white fences And a hundred curtains flicker as you pass Think that man must be ninety-seven Built a telescope he focused on the stars Models in boxes never look like the pictures on the front But that's okay They still fly on elastic |
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| 2:53 |
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Monday morning - fiction on the tube then sorting out the daily mail
Nasty habit - read the horoscope then pick the skin around her nails Are shiny - made for making love or kissing indiscreetly At the weekend - miss the drink that leaves you feeling peaky Tuesday lunchtime - itchy in a suit all dressed up for the pantomime How d'you know though - when you're getting on or when you're getting back in Line up, strung up - listen to the sound of someone else's funfair Always racing - they'll catch you when you thought you'd just got somewhere There's nothing you can do I'll make it up to you You're feeling just like them Tonight we'll find a different world or sign a different treaty Love makes you forgetful so completely You're always looking read about the lives that loiter in non fiction While you're waiting someone stole the courage of your conviction |
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| 4:47 |
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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 sure if you meant what you said but that's o.k. 'cos it still sounded good when you said it anyway I'm not sure where you are when I turn and stroke your face you don't move anymoreso it must be getting late I'm not tired even now I think I'm glad to be awake I've met these fractured thoughts before they grin and wander round this place I'll get up all I find is a paper that I hate real life disappears and gets shrink wrapped in its place I get up watch tv helps me feed my vicious streak real life disappears Then we watch the spooks on the news playing chess with the cynics hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics now its gone 5 a.m. We smile and plan our revenge by the end the night has found it's true friends up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes hope I'm not too tired to colour them in |
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| 2:33 |
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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 you seen her face Soaked in hype and foolishness They say when you upped and left Your parents didn't even notice 50 years to go ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already Wifey works on style mags Thin girls with bruises in her pictures Halfway down she lost herself I think they call it butterfingers Oh well it's a cosy place Occasional domestic flare ups Oh well have you seen her face She actually believes in haircuts You sold your old punk records Read the book instead You lost your sense of humour But you kept the queen is dead You don't look yourself You dress like your mother |
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we should spend the night in a small hotel like this drinking champagne in it we could drive your car through the East End streets to the city and still make a day of it take all i have i've no secrets left to steal what would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel i need high heels just to stand up got to carry some stairs to get near enough i need some wheels to move you around i've borrowed some tools to chisel you down tie me up and i'll confess a thousand ways that make you statuesque and it won't last for long, better do you worst while i'll forgive you of anything oh your so rehearsed 'cos some wise guy built you pretty so you'd get away with it take all i have i've no secrets left to steal what would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel |
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| 4:47 |
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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 you want for cynical me come on come on cynical me she is a firecracker come on come on she is a firecracker and i'm in love i'm in love heard you bought a ring bet the diamonds go rusty and its only got four only got four fifty seven kids and all of them ugly and I only want four only want four cynical me come on come on cynical me he is a firecracker come on come on he is a firecracker and i'm in love i'm in love completely for one time only i've searched these green fields all day long i'm in love completely for one time only and on one knows me like you do oh cynical me come on come on cynical me |
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| 3:21 |
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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 is dicky Yes I knew that you wanted me And he said Hey love how are you fixed We'll meet at ten past now it's quarter to six We'll spend the whole night making love on the sofa It may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to And then we both settled down to our favourite meal D'you fancy veal parmesan and a case of warm chianti Pass my bag I picked up that bra you fancied Yes I knew that you wanted me Oh we knew it couldn't last And we should have left it long before One great year and one for luck And like all good things you soon wanted more You were always so polite I think I loved you And I said Hey love I'm making it easy on us I'll leave and a few of our dreams turn to dust All night making love on your sofa And it may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to Summer '92 I remember it clearly When he choked on the olive in his dry martini There was dismay from friends he was close to And it may sound funny but it wasn't supposed to be |
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| 3:35 |
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This man lives in the ocean
He puts his favourite clothes on And drifts away day after day And you can't hear me call This man needs a direction You want my blind affection And I'm not sorry that I came I stayed too long that's all And you're a bad habit Glad of it I'm not so sure I can help you Sad for it Thanks for it I'm not so sure I can make you Stop your crying it's not helping Stop your crying it's no help Did you still think that my love Could make you special Pulled me in on a high tide How well you hid your flipside It won't do to comfort you Each time you cough or call You think I wanted to use you Complex issues just confuse you You don't care you're unaware How far these things can fall |
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| 2:55 |
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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 with no feelings of my own What do I do with you lately What can I do with you lately Two robbers arrive big guys with guns You'll be the one looking backwards as we run Crusaders come by fat guys who sing You'll be the one not believing anything What do I do for you lately What can I do for you I'm not afraid of you you're very nice in fact Now give me all your cigarettes These little love attacks Are making me feel queasy Can't get my heart rate down Two missionaries come with conversion kits You'll be the one sewing cotton through their lips We wear out the sun you'll be the one Lying on the roof wearing factor 41 I'm not afraid of you you're very nice In fact you've got it all you're very tall I'm totally impressed can't get my heart rate down I'm not afraid of you you're very nice In fact you've got it all but I'm bored Of being sycophantic So get your knickers down |
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i must be dreaming, live in a small world with dust over it.
i've got no feelings, wear thin shoes with glass under them click off gone. they made him lie down, keeping the ground warmwhile life drips on it they turned him right down, collected a life and said goodbye to it click off gone don't make it anything specil, tucked in with words over it click off gone Luca Brasi's got nothing on you there's something wrong 'cos i can leave if i want to you don't stay long but i imagine your real invited you for a meal i must be dreaming, the pictures are gone nowi'mnot sure of it i've got no feelings. i turned down the sound now there's no more of it click off gone click off gone |
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