One, two.. I was surprised at how incredibly fast you were. to come up and ask for a light. I was amazed at just how matter of fact you were. in taking me back for the night.
Who? s lonely now?. Which one of us is suffering?. Who? s in his cups?. Which one of us recovering?. . Who likes to look at pictures. And cries, but way too late?.
If I were you and I wish that I were you. All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue. Well I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes. And tie my pantyhose around my neck.
On August first, nineteen-eight-one. I cycled to Scott's house with a BB gun. We were almost twelve, but we looked thirteen. He had baby-blue eyes that I shot him between.
Learn to lose, it's easier that way. We've paid our dues, but we can't make life pay. All across the world, people going mad. In their mother's cars, the kids are feeling sad.
WRITTEN BY STEPHEN DUFFY. (originally released on "I love my friends" by Stephen Duffy). . I don't remember receiving your postcard. I never got much post.
In my young life I have received. Callers though they were Christmas Eve. I'm disappointed and I don't know why. She gave me laughter and hope, and a sock in the eye.
You film the dark in Technicolor. And Ill be wrapped around your finger. If youve a lesson you can teach my heart. . You rescued me out of a lake. So deep and dark with my mistakes.
The father son and game show host came to me. On the West Coast and told me I could fly. You don't need jets, you don't need wings. You just need faith in silly things.
You think your're gay, gets in the way. Being in love with your boyfriend. You dump and see blokes, you don't laugh at jokes. Your Anti Christ could be a God send.
She belongs to all, she talks as she undresses. The love that she expresses when nothing can be said. Pennies in a stream, my love songs unrequited. And all the dicks you slighted are at your door.
Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy. Make love while you can. Has there been a better plan?. . Well, I could go on but I just don't know. I had to fall a little, crawl a little.
Come over to my garden, let's listen to the trees. Swaying to the rhythm set up by the breeze. I'd like to play you new songs that I wrote on my knees.
I was born in poverty but when I was about nineteen. I wrote a song called 'Kiss Me', and soon it was pay day. A terraced house in the country, I thought that would do for me.
I'm not very bright but I know right from wrong. And I've not been right, for I don't know how long. . I cry in my sleep, I laugh when you weep, I lie and I cheat.
I was born in Birmingham. But soon I would escape. With education incomplete. But two songs on a tape. . When my girlfriend was expelled. We took the London coach.
Can't you see me runnin'. I am really runnin'. for ma life. guess from where I'm. comin'. guess why I'm runnin. for my life.. . Can't you see the witch.