Quickly she came dressed up for fame. Riding her perfume downstairs. Make-up like glue she danced round the room. To the sound of her corduroy flares.
He lives on his own. The TV's on loan. He watches old movies. He lives in a flat. The lino's all cracked. But he's got plans, bingo. . He sings like Sinatra.
She's seen one and looks funny. It made her cry, said "Boo" to her. She captured one all hairy. Stuck needles in it's eyes, he cries. . He's reading a thin book.
Our hero's fallen down again, it's not a big surprise. Two weeks wages on a suit, a crappy pair of shoes. He's only handsome in the right light. Now what are we going to do?.
This little creature. Lives in your wardrobe. He's seen you fake it. He's seen you naked. He's been through your pockets. And sucked out your secrets.
Clean clean superclean. God knows thats all youll be without me. Clean clean superclean. God knows thats where youll be without me. But Ill do anything to have you.
This man lives in the ocean. He puts his favorite clothes on. And drifts away day after day. And you can't hear me call. This man needs a direction. You want my blind affection.
We should spend the night in a small hotel like this. Drinking champagne in it. We could drive your car through the east end streets to the city. And still make a day of it.
You closed your eyes and left me here. And now I'm jealous of your sleep. I made some noise to wake you up. It seems you've drifted out of reach. . I'm not sure if you meant what you said.
She's a good girl but everyone said she was a goddess. They've got a Rolex telling the same time for everyone. But you wouldn't notice. You'd better just come down, come down.
We step through London. The streets holding on to us. We'll stand where the river bends. I hope we fall in. . So this time maybe. Lets take a photograph.
I dont need you. Its just that I need something I can care about. To pick me up and wash me down and wear me out. If I want you Its just that I need something I cant do without.
I see a man all alone in the air. I think that man needs a comb for his hair. He fell from the sky on a cold afternoon. Crashed into the Earth on a dark afternoon.
Pistol shots and lights at dawn. And one fine day you'll find her gone. All the ghosts they come for me. Make her cry a little and cover them up. . Broken clocks and bathroom tides.
So I'll admit that it all started as a scam. 'Cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan. We know you're old but you're kind. You're rich and your heart is dicky.
Met a man, a motorway man. Met a man, he really makes you wonder. Slow faced worn and weary. One race left and then fall over. . And I see him every single day.
She's a movie star arrangement. Got a touch of bergman to her face. She wears suits and buys him flowers. Smokes his cigarettes and bakes him cakes. .
Lady love your countryside. Your motorways are very nice. Come and get your Aerosols. And help me paint up paradise. . Let's get messed up boy. Messed up good.
Shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through. She's keeping the rain off her Saturday hairdo. She stops for a coffee, she smiles at the waiter. He winks at his friends and they laugh at her later.
She's so small. Tiny and crushed up. Fifty four, the size of a child. . Long pale hair. Her eyes are all red. She's got skin the color of bread. . He's all bald.