Everything, everything, everything. We ever thought or said. Went in a box labeled "Us" on a shelf. In the back of your head. . Everything, everything, everything.
People rushing round with no time to spare.. I'm so dizzy,. I'm neither here nor there.. In this traffic jam,. I just want to shout,. Let me off o' this English roundabout.
Gold sun rolls around. Chocolate nipple brown. Tumble from your arms. Like the ground your breasts swell. Land awake from sleep. Hares will kick and leap.
I've been praying all the week through. At home, at work and on the bus. I've been praying I can keep you. And to earn enough for us. . I can take humiliation.
It frightens me when you come to mind. The day you dropped in the shopping line. And my heart beats faster when I think of all the signs, all the signs.
Man acting like a farmer and,. He's treated the woman like a poor cow,. We got to treat you better from now,. But man is just a baby and,. He's needing your milk of kindness..
You took me. Down down down. Down a peg. . Thank you. For taking me down a peg. Thank you. It's true. My position had gone to my head. Thank you. Like some commissionaire who has ideas above his station.
Don't you ever dare call me chickenhead. Don't you ever dare. Don't you ever dare call me chickenhead. Nobody has ever lived that ever did. Nobody has ever lived..
Don't lose your temper. Don't lose your temper. Don't lose your temper. 'Cause I love you when you're wild. Don't lose your temper. Don't lose your temper.
Do what you do what you do...to me. The stars are out and so am I. The stars I see ain't in the sky. I'm heading for the Twilight Zone. Please don't take me home.
The bar is crowded and bright. But inside I feel empty and decaying. The smoky air full of music and words. It's our record that is playing. . Disque Bleu is all that I hear.
Difficult age. You're just fourteen. And you're not friends with your body. Painfully thin. Look at your skin. Play with yourself for a hobby. . How can they love a man who does that to himself?.
Cast away on a desert island. Me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate. Cast away on a desert island. With Great Britain written on its name plate.
We can plant a seed. And watch it grow. Food enough to fill a table. Running water down an overflow. Eat as much as we are able. But would the fruit turn ripe.
I put on a fake smile. And start the evening show. The public is laughing. I guess by now they know. . So climb from your high horse. And pull this freak show down.
Dear God, hope you get the letter and. I pray you can make it better down here. I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer. But all the people that you made in your image.
Clock in my head. Clock on the wall. And the two of them. Don't agree at all. Friday is heaven, Friday is heaven. . Day in, day out. Day in. . Day in.
Watch them go one two three. I'm so happy and so is she. In a 'Danceband'. Show slow quick quick slow. Heel to hell and toe to toe. In a 'Danceband'. You can do the Bosanova.
Another year's gone by,. The world's grown older,. Sometimes I heave a sigh,. People grow colder.. . Every day I do my best to show,. I can make it in this world I know,.