I'm the lady with the hot surprise,. If you don't believe me, ask SoftCell, because I shook them up and I gave. Them hell. So Call up Cindy Ecstasy if you're looking for a memory. . So call up
Sometimes I feel I've got to. Run away I've got to. Get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share. Seems to go nowhere. And I've lost my light. For I toss and turn I
Fr. fr. fr. frustration!. Frustration. Frustration. . I have life. Ordinary wife. I have car. A favourite bar. I have job. A moderate wage. I get the pains. That come with age. . I am so
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo. Crying in the rain. It was a kind of so so love. And I'm going to make sure it never. Happens again. You and I. It had to be. The standing joke of the
Numbers. Who's the person that you woke up next to today. If you were any older. Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way. Well maybe you do already. But you make out they pay you. Did you ask
Dishonesty breeds like poison in an unhealed wound. Multiply, tell a little lie to pull the wool over God's little eye. Before he makes up his mind and that wouldn't do. Life is one long 'Play For
Chips on my shoulder. More as I grow older. Feel I owe a debt. For the things I don't get. I only miss out. Well I was there before. I sit in a corner. Sit on the floor. . Misery, complaints,
Lonely. . I'd like to drown me in my coffee. Counting hours with cappuccinos. . . Sitting framed within the window. . . . . I sit here acting like I'm reading. I'm lonely. . I'm reading
Come and meet. Another kind of love. . Meet another kind of love. . Different than the real thing. . But just as demanding. . And just as demeaning. . Treacled in apathy. . All worries sw
Baby doll is on her trapeze. Wearing the smile that she never sees. Thinking of dollar as she tries to tease. . Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage. Taking off the clothes that are grimy with ag
Where the heart is. Atmospheres are tense today. Mother and father are rowing again. Silently seated around the table. You're the one that's getting the blame. Father looks at you like a snake.
It was the morning after the month before. And I'm looking like a nose with eyes. Take a trip or letter to make me feel better. Cos I know my mirror never lies. . Have you ever had the feeling th
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo. Crying in the rain. It was a kind of so so love. And I'm going to make sure it never. Happens again. You and I. It had to be. The standing joke of the
Chips on my shoulder. More as I grow older. Feel I owe a debt. For the things I don't get. I only miss out. Well I was there before. I sit in a corner. Sit on the floor. . Misery, complaints,
Lonely I'd like to drown me in my coffee. Counting hours with cappuccinos Sitting framed within the window I sit here acting like I'm reading. I'm lonely I'm reading minds And sadly dreaming. There
It was the heat of the night I think. Or it could've been the effect of the drink. But I had to brush away the flies. That started to collect around your eyes. I've still the taste of the sweat an
Bedsitter. Sunday morning going slow. I'm talking to the radio. Clothes and records on the floor. The memories of the night before. Out in club land having fun. And now I'm hiding from the sun.
The wind in my hair. . And the black in my eyes. . I was holding back tears. . As I reeled with surprise. . There was no one to phone. . I just chewed at the time. . I was waving goodbye.
The wind in my hair. . And the black in my eyes. . I was holding back tears. . As I reeled with surprise. . There was no one to phone. . I just chewed at the time. . I was waving goodbye.
Sleazy city. Seedy films. Breathing so heavy. Next to my neighbour. Let's get acquainted. Getting to know you. Feeling sleazy. In seedy sin city. Feeling sleazy. In seedy sin city. . Sleazy
Little rough rhinestone. Where will your love go today?. Sometimes you think. You had none to start with anyway. . You will lose the deep pools. And the blues will cloud up. Your frightened lit
Youth has gone. I heard you say. It doesn't matter. Anyway. Don't hide the photos. Or turn off the lights. I'm quite sure we've both seen. Funnier sights. . You. Sleep in a deep deep sleep.
Numbers. Who's the person that you woke up next to today. If you were any older. Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way. Well maybe you do already. But you make out they pay you. Did you ask
She slips in and out of her dull imagination. That floats around the twilight of her tomb. Clutching her little treasures. That represent a happy moment. Displayed with sad affection in her room.