Yesterday by the paper stand. I felt the power of another religion. Rebels with a cause came out of the sun. And spoke the only language they'd been given.
Ready, steady, go. Ready, steady, go. Ready, steady, go. Ready, steady, go. . I'm not in love with television. I'm not in love with the radio. I'm not in love with the Kings Road.
Cocaine and innocence, Romeo's waiting. Candies and sugar daddies they never stop wasting your time. Time to dance to the top, with champagne indifference.
Ready, steady, go. I'm not in love with television. I'm not in love with the radio. I'm not in love with the Kings Road. "Because I'm in love with Cathy McGowan", she said.
Wake me from my sleep, a cautionary tale. Walk in infancy, a way to derail. I wanted to be free and I wanted only you. The walls are falling down. . And somebody says, "Ah give a little love.