| First line | Song |
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| I'm a puppet on a string, Tracy Island time-travelling diamond | |
| Lately I've been seeing things, belly button piercings | |
| You used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your nightdress | |
| I thought I saw you in the Battleship, but it was only a lookalike | |
| Been fighting with my sheets, and nearly crying in my sleep | |
| I etched the face of a stopwatch on the back of a raindrop | |
| Pussyfooting, setting sun, make a wish that weighs a ton | |
| Anticipation has a habit to set you up | |
| If you can summon the strength, tow me | |
| Well it's ever so funny, cos I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool | |
| Last night these two bouncers, one of em's alright the other one's a scary one | |
| Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm | |
| Trudging through the morning the tramp with the trampoline under his arm | |
| Well ask if we can have six in, if not we'll have to have two | |
| Caricatures of your wrecking ball gown, in my mind all the time | |
| | First line | Song |
|---|
| Fools on parade cavort and carry on | |
| Outside the cafe by the cracker factory, you were practising a magic trick | |
| Topless models doing semaphore, wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored | |
| Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you | |
| Fiendish wonder in the carnival's wake, old caresses once again irritate | |
| They sped up to the part where they provoke the punchline before they had told the joke | |
| Running off over next door's garden before the hour is done | |
| I've seen your eyes as they fix on me | |
| Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks, or knackered Converse, or tracky bottoms tucked in socks | |
| Break a mirror, roll the dice, run with scissors through a chip pan fire fight | |
| Your love is like a studded leather headlock, your kiss it could put creases in the road | |
| Said who's that girl there? Wonder what went wrong so that she had to roam the streets? | |
| Well this is a good idea, you wouldn't do it if it wasn't | |
| In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling | |
| I was biting the time zone, and we embellished the banks of our bloodstreams | |
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