10:15 SATURDAY NIGHT
10.15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting in the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip... Waiting For the telephone to ring And I'm wondering Where she's been And I'm crying for yesterday And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip... It's always the same...
We sit in the same room Side by side I give you the wrong lines Feed you Look into my eyes We both smile I could kill you Without trying That's accuracy Practice all day for Accuracy Mirror mirror on the wall...
No light No people No speak No people No cars No people No food No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a Grinding halt No sound No people No clocks No people No fine No people No me No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a Grinding halt Slow down Slow down No people Slow down Everything's coming to a...
The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey Something Something holds me hypnotized... I stare at the window Stare at the window Waiting for the day to go Winter in water colours Shades of grey
You know you turn me on Eyes so wide and legs so long But don't try to talk to me I won't listen to your lies You're just an object in my eyes Sophisticated smile You seduce in such fine style But don't try to fool me Because I can see through your disguise You're just an object in my eyes But I don't mind I just don't care I've got no objection To you touching me... Object... You know just what to do Lick your lips And I want you But don't try to hold me Because I don't want any ties You're just an object in my eyes But I don't mind I just don't care I've got no objections To you touching me... You're just an object Object object object You're just an object
Midnight in the subway She's on her way home She tries hard not to run But she feels she's not alone Echoes of footsteps Follow close behind But she dare not turn around Turn around...
You know you are a cute little heartbreaker You know you are a sweet little lovemaker I want to take you home
I won't do you no harm You've got to be all mine All mine I see you getting down on the scene Foxy You make me want to get up and scream Foxy I've made up my mind I'm tired of wasting all my precious time You've got to be all mine All mine I'm going take you home I won't do you no harm You've got to be all mine All mine
I went into the butchers I said wanted some Meat Pass me some of that steak over there It looks so Sweet I lost my heart to a meathook... That butcher man was some Lady He really stole my heart He hung me up on his meathook A real piece of slaughterhouse Art I lost my heart to a meathook... There's a meathook in my heart Tearing me all apart Ripping out my insides But I just can't get away I can't leave my Meathook
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FIRE IN CAIRO
Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night time follows Silent and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you See your head In the fading light And through the dark Your eyes shine bright And burn like fire Burn like fire in Cairo Burn like fire Burn like fire in Cairo Shifting crimson veil Silken hips slide Under my hand Swollen lips whisper my name And I yearn You take me in your arms And start to burn F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O Then the heat disappears And the mirage Fades away... F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O Burn like a fire in Cairo Burn like a fire Blaze like a fire in Cairo Blaze like a fire Flare with a wonderful light Like a fire in Cairo Burn like fire Burn like Fire in Cairo
IT'S NOT YOU
You wear your smile Like it was going out of fashion Dress to inflame But douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket Hanging round your throat Always inviting Always exciting But I must not take off my coat Well I'm tired of hanging around I want someone new I'm not sure who I've got in mind But I know It's not you You ask me questions That I never wanted to hear I am the only one Just until you finish this year I would murder you If I had an alibi Here in my hand But you just laugh Because you don't understand That I'm tired of hanging around I want somebody new I'm not sure Who I've got in mind But I know that it's not you It's not you It's not you It's not you
THREE IMAGINARY BOYS
Walk across the garden In the footsteps of my shadow See the lights out No-one's home In amongst the statues Stare at nothing In the garden moves... Can you help me? Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me... Three imaginary boys Slipping through the door Hear my heart beat in the hallway Echoes... Round and round Inside my head Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me Disappearing... Can you help me? Close my eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me... Three imaginary boys singin my Sleep sweet child The moon will change your mind... See the cracked reflection Standing still Before the bedroom mirror Over my shoulder But no one's there Whispers in the silence Pressing close behind me Pressing close behind Can you help me? Can you help me?