The yellow cab drivers The trams on their wires The heels on the pavement Collecting outside The all seeing window It’s clairvoyant glow Where each new indulgence Is born and on show And it all starts to seem Like love's possible now A fairy god mother At every checkout
Sometimes You won’t believe it’s true Sometimes But then others You just need a new you You could be Coco, Amelia Gertrude Bell or Britney You’d have the eyes of a gorgon Skin like Anne Frank's They’ll ask you your secret But don’t kiss and tell Just say thanks
You won’t recognise me Won’t know who I am Like I’m on the witness Protection programme Keeping all my receipts And my enemies close Sometimes they flee from you Sometimes they don’t
Sometimes They put the fear in you Sometimes But it’s always done for your own good
See you could be Pan frying low flying human meat All willingly Esprit is just nonsense But nonsense feels free A freehold on your soul’s Worth its weight in gold Take it from me