Don't ever try to pass this truth,
this story that you're telling
You're so concerned with all things
that you don't think you understand
The respect I'm feeling for these people is as much an accessory
As you should be working in the straight and slight of
The further God loves,
the God be right or some other company knows
Because the power and the glamour are the roles that you can make
But you will always pass them up cause you're a *
And on that stage the state of grace is decided by the man
And the woman plays a part of the anchor
So why are you calling up school?
I love him,
we get our mates God,
you did rings for each other
Is that the understanding for this you're seeking?
With no sin,
there was no sin in God And when it should be ready for the college
magazine Well it's a false * and you look good
It'd be a little sniff down the bin So
sneak for joy the mummy's boy who was
happy to take the love but not so
fast that he could stop to thank her
All the children,
all the labour and complaining from the neighbours
Sent us from the power to the anchor
Don't ever try to pass up the truth,
this story that you're telling
You're so concerned with all things to you that
don't think you understand the respect I'm feeling
for these people you see as fashion accessories
As you should be working in the straight
and slight of The further God loves,
the God be right or some other company knows
Don't die of ignorance because you fancy that you
could set the blind at any point for insurance
You'll sit the fence and shoot when the sea is nice
and rough Someone needs to play the part of the anchor
So who are you calling on?
Scare the * in with your mates
God,
you did rings for each other Is that the
understanding for this you're seeking?
With no sin,
there was no sin in God And when it
should be ready for the college magazine
Well,
it's a ball so small that you look good
It'd be a little sniff down the bin
So sneak for joy the mummy's boy who was happy to take
the love but not so fast that he could stop to thank her
All the children,
all the labour and complaining from the
neighbours Sent us from the power to the anchor
Getting obsessed with body bits and knowing that you're
not alone Watching TV as your mind's getting blankered
I really need some sewing done,
I want it to look beautiful A woman plays the part of the anchor
You wish he was American,
he even put the feet He on a portrait of a legend on Polanka
You sit there hazy faces and he visits foreign places And he moans,
the woman's the part of the anchor
The power and the glamour are the roles that you've printed
But you will always pass on work because you're a *
And on that stage,
the state of play's decided by the man
And the woman plays the part of the anchor