She's reading magazines She's wearing swastika I can't remember what she said anyway I put her record on I wish that I was deaf She came from the mountains and she's so deliKate I'll get up on my own. Don't worry girl I'll get high on my own I'm not ready for your touch. No worry girl. I'm so sorry but... I wonder when it all went wrong
She wanna sing an immaculate song She wanna ticket straight to Bristol But it's already flooded by the wave of cream She's feeding ducks upon the bridge I just can't stand it...all her shit Dibromindigo is the only thing she can see But I'll get up on my own.Don't worry girl I'll get high on my own I'm not ready for your touch. No worry girl. I'm so sorry but... I wonder when it all went wrong