I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs
think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for Delightful And try and keep your trousers on You should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin
If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something
Despair to the point where they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be seen Staring at the television screen
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend
fall apart Hold on to your heart Do me a favour, break my nose Do me a favour, and tell me to go away Do me a favour, and stop asking questions She
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling That it was a heart that he was stealing Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement The
: Some old track... or brian strom Brian, Top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely
: Despair to the point till they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be scene/seen Staring at the television
: Running off over next doors garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
fall apart Oh! hold on to your heart. Do me a favour, break my nose! Do me a favour, tell me to go away! Do me a favour, stop asking questions! She
: This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the
: If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome