Feel like baby Berthe half the time Know that you will do your worst and I'll do mine Know that you say, that things that happened in a former life I hold onto, tight And you're not the body type Alright you win...
Don't be surprised Cos he was so in love
Performance art with broken necks His imagination killed his interest in sex It's no great big waste Pretense preserved for a well-read guy Who's chosen the day You know he's not the type to hang on and wait
Don't be surprised Cos he was so in love
Dear God, I'm sure Things I wish I'd have known before Wouldn't help either way this time As she's all enthralled While they paint her face on a hotel wall Didn't wait either way this time