I saw you walk in here with that guitar in your hand,. I thought I might ask you what you might be playing.. Just one more question, well I know you got to go,.
Pussycat's going to London. Looking for love and for fame. I wish somebody had told her. City folks ain't the same. . Pussycat carries a postcard. Won't the big city be nice.
Uno, dos, tres, quatros........arriba!. . I've seen you walking down the street. What's that big dog by your feet. Whatever it is, it could do with a beating.
What do you wear in bed?. Some headphones on my head. What do you like to hold?. My breath, she said. (He's a Playboy). . Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before?.
Hey, you got a face like a Labrador. I don't mind, that's what I'm here for. The angel Gabriel sent me. To give you a little bit of sympathy. . I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street.
All I thought I wanted was a front door. All I thought I wanted was a place in the country. Now I realize I wanted so much more. Some I love but you I adore.
Down in Piccadilly. Down in West One. They dress like Laurence Harvey. The immaculate son. . She looks good and lovely. A sight for all to see. With a voice you could get lost in.
You're so physical. Eat your heart out, 'Do It'. You can't "do it" - CAN YA!. . I wanna date you maybe. I wanna take you out. I wanna wine and dine you.
She's rich, she's powerful. She doesn't want to be a man. (Do, do, do, do, do). She takes me as she finds me. Like only a woman can, yeah, ah. . She's tough, but vulnerable.
Damn your eyes, Mr. Khruschev. Don't go dropping bombs on here. 'Cause if you start dropping bombs over here. We're gonna have to drop some bombs over there.
Tonight I went to a punk rock show. The band was really good and the lights were all low. I saw one on my left, I saw one on my right. Those punk rock chicks really made my night.
Boxed up in plastic and falling apart on the inside. Apathy, am I feeling fake today?. Today I don't know where the time flew by. I need to spend some precious time with You, Lord Christ.
So this is who I become when You leave me to myself. A burned up, hollow, angry, empty shell. An actor on a barren stage and even keel with unchanneled rage.
Poison, poison, poison oak. You will reap what you have sown. You'll reap the seed of war. You'll reap the seed of hate. You'll reap the seed of love.
Play me like a player piano. Roll me from the corners. Of your dark and dusty shadows. Like a player piano I sit useless. Most of the time. . The bar gets darker.
Yeah, the roads are right tonite. They are twisting. And my mouth is dry. Like cool air inside. . Maybe I worry. Do things in a hurry. And follow the dust.
Just like desire. Won't disappear. With everything behind you. There's no more tears. And now the daylight's ending. We'll surely make it clear. Just like the hand.
Now stand atop your soapbox. And just tell us what we want to hear. And talk in circles. Until the words become unclear. We can afford to be hypnotised by design.
Why do you make me feel so ugly inside and out?. What is it I say, what is in your brain. That makes you so damn sure?. . That what you want is what I'm trying to be.
Why do you make me feel so ugly inside and out?. What is it I say, what is in your brain. That makes you so damn sure?. . That what you want is what I'm trying to be.