Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore
I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream about a small child in dungarees Who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there
Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, / your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. / Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
Oh I know I don't own you / but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone sending me letters / saying you've been going with other fellers And they / bored you / But I / don't wanna cry / or talk for hours
Well it happened years ago when you lived on Stanhope Road. We listened to your sister when she came home from school 'cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room.
The word's on the street: you've found someone new. If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you. I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
Now if you can stand I would like to take you by the hand, yeah And go for a walk past people as they go to work. Oh, let's get out of this place before they tell us that we've just died.
I'm being followed home, / I'm being followed home, I don't know what for, / I don't know by whom. The smell of your dress, / a face in the rain, / the pavement shines wet
The blue girls that bake in the sun / Skin falls in flakes from each one Like leaves from autumn trees / they float upon the breeze These girls you have loved / are slowly decaying