History repeats, the old conceits The clip replies, the same defeats
Keep your finger on the button issues With crocodile tears and a bucket full of tissues
And just the oil is slick And the wind of the world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable harbour I hang around, I'm to be tortured
You'll never be alone in the bone arches Spazzled with a bottle, there's nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace Through a two-way looking glass
You see her hours You know she has no sense
Slash
For all your jealousy In a sense she still smiles, very sweet
Charged with insults and flattery Her body moves with madness
Do you have to be so cruel to be careless?
And now you find you fit This identity could complete me
You say you have no secrets Then leave discreetly
I'm not a big California star
But belong in Geneva's steepest culture
Slap the canals and monster great barrier reef
I come to you beyond belief
My hands were clammy and cunning She has been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in any desk
All the ladders can't call a wolf whistle
So call gentle
I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief once it seems so appealing now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief once it seems so appealing now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief once it seems so appealing now I am beyond belief