Well, you can bite the bullet. Breath in, breath out. Or be a victim all your life. . Go window shopping. Save your money. Riches to rags overnight. It's a wonderful life.
A pint of milk and a loaf of bread, a magazine-on special offer. Check the weather forecast and buy a new umbrella. Send a text message and take a shower.
If you let me join your gang. I'll show you things you've never dreamed of. After school we'll steal a car. Drive until the feeling changes. . All the people have to say, "We're swinging.
(Dream home). It's a beautiful morning. (It's a beautiful morning). (Dream home). It's a beautiful day. (It's a beautiful day). . (Dream home). It's a beautiful morning.
I left school and hit the high street. Had my youth in 6 weeks flat. Top shop, doves and Glastonbury. Learned to be a secretary. . If I can't have it, nobody can.
New baby boom starts today. I've got everything you need. Baby boom, take you home. I've been waiting so long. . New baby boom slipping. Through your magic fingers.
Meet me in the playground after school. When everybody has gone home. Promise not to breathe a word of this. Don't even look at me till we're alone. .
Born into money it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time. Nine hundred dead in Jones town. Rescued from a shopping mall. Heiress with a little girls soul.
It's only the end of the world. Not a death in the family. We've seen all the best sights. Been on all the best rides. . At the amusement park on Saturday.
I was brought up in an ideal home. Bay windows let the sun shine through. Natural light chased the shadows. I was brought up in an ideal home. . In an ideal home nothing you do can go wrong.
I.C. one female turn the sirens on. Just a small domestic situation. . I.C. one female under surveillance. Heading northwards as the crow flies. . But I still love you, I bloody well love you.
Close the windows, draw the blinds. I can't stand it if the sun shines. On Sunday, hated Sunday. . Disturbing pictures on the news. Distant wars but they won't touch you.
It's my primary instinct to protect the child. Girl singing in the wreckage. My dress is torn, my hair is wild. Girl singing in the wreckage. . My first kiss, my early boyfriend.
Factory Radio. . This is the soundtrack of my life. This is the song that keeps me breathing. Under the water a distant light. From Monday morning to Friday night.
I trapped a spider. Underneath the glass. I kept it for a week to see. How long he'd last. . He stared right back of me. He thought that he could win.
Whatever happened to the fear of God?. Whatever happened to church on Sunday?. Whatever happened to the velvet glove and the iron fist?. . Whatever happened to the social season?.