(M. Greaves) You should be a singer I swear it's true No-one could make them Cry like you Billie Holliday would pale beside you Cos you sure got a way
I want expensive not cheap And all the secrets that you keep Should be quietly put to sleep Not then not when not yet this week I have told a thousand
The part of love I'm scared of Is the actual taking off I can take a bumpy landing But the start must be soft Soft, soft, soft It must be soft Some
far back up we'll bounce Angels are born with wings not springs Devils always born with horns And beautiful bird only bothers to sing If beautiful day
Alone in the world was poor little Anne As sweet a young child as you'd find Her parents had gone to their final reward Leaving their baby behind Did
Don't think of what we can and can't achieve Perfection like this can't be guaranteed Hearts get lost, lovers leave Let's just see what friendship actually
I've seen these people described as mad But find men kissing too odd Say all their friends are gay when in fact They gave a man in tight vest a quick
This is the dinner prepared This is the dress that I made This is the child I brought up And this is the woman you laid This is the woman you laid This
With a minute's silence for the dead And a minute's silence for the long-lost lovers No one's really in the mood for beer With a minute's silence for
They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat
Eyes to take you dancing Mouth to leave your wife Legs to run away with And you wonder why? Heart that makes you bypass Every other girl Smile that keeps
Well, I always knew You'd take the crutches and not the skis Always knew you'd take the stilts and then your knees When God gave you the sky, I knew
When you say goodbye I really want to know Everything you do and every place you go And did you take a regular supply Of those crazy little Tampax with
You've heard it said a thousand times But only heard his Broadway lines So, baby please go Ain't, ain't part of the show 'Cause when Romeo needs no cue
My pod is bigger than your pod My life is bigger than your life My mouth is bigger than your mouth Your age is bigger than my age Your height, my height
I need a little time to think it over I need a little space just on my own I need a little time to find my freedom I need a little Funny how quick the
Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer, "Anywhere" We don't mean to be this