SO HERE AM I QUITE BY CHANCE NEAR THE PHONE
I COULD CALL AND MAKE YOU CRAWL INTO BED,
QUESTIONS ALWAYS QUESTIONS
I'LL JUST SPEAK IN SLOW MOTION,
ABOUT OBSESSIONS WITH BOYS ON THE FLOOR.

TAKE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE,
WIPE THAT TEAR FROM YOUR EYE,
DON'T SAY YOUR SORRY FOR ME.

NOW LOOK AT ME LIKE A STORMTROOPER IN DRAG
AND I'LL LET YOU FEEL EXACTLY LIKE I DO,
IT'S SO DISGUSTING I'M SO TIRED OF RHYTHM
AND NEEDLES IN ARMS,
I DON'T WANT YOUR POINT OF VIEW.

NOTHING TO DO,
NOTHING TO DO STEAL,
AND THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY,

LOVE IS LOVE IT I NEED TO.

(P) 1981 Beggars Banquet