Three imaginary boys

10.15

Saturday night

And the tap drips

Under the strip light

And I'm sitting

In the kitchen sink

And the tap drips

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip



Waiting

For the telephone to ring

And I'm wondering

Where she's been

And I'm crying

For yesterday

And the tap drips

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip



It's always the same

We sit in the same room

Side by side

I give you the wrong lines

Feed you

Accuracy

Accuracy



Look into my eyes

We both smile

I could kill you

Without trying

That's accuracy

Accuracy

Accuracy

...

Accuracy

Accuracy

Practice all day for accuracy

Mirror mirror on the wall

No light

No people

No speak

No people

No cars

No people

No food

No people



Stopped

Short

Grinding halt

Everything's coming to a griding halt



No sound

No people

No clocks

No people

No fine

No people

No me

No people



Stopped

Short

Grinding halt

Everything's coming to a griding halt

Everything's coming to a griding halt



Slow down

Slow down

No people

Slow down

Everything's coming to a

Everything's coming to a

Everything's coming to a

Everything's coming to a

The sun rises slowly

On another day

The eastern sky grows

Cold

Winter in water colours

Shades of grey



Something

Something holds me

Holds me hypnotized



I stare at the window

Stare at the window

Waiting for the day

To go

Winter in water colours

Shades of grey

You know you turn me on

Eyes so white and legs so long

But don't try to talk to me

I won't listen to your lies

You're just an object in my eyes

You're just an object in my eyes



Sophisticated smile

You seduce in such fine style

But don't try to fool me

'cause I can see through your disguise

You're just an object in my eyes

You're just an object in my eyes



But I don't mind

I just don't care

I've got no objection

To you touching me there



Object object

Object object

Object object

Object object



You know just what to do

Lick your lips

And I want you

But don't try to hold me

'cause I don't want any ties

You're just an object in my eyes

You're just an object in my eyes



But I don't mind

I just don't care

I've got no objections

To you touching me there

You're just an object object

Object object

You're just an object

Midnight in the subway

She's on her way home

She tries hard not to run

But she feels she's not alone

Echoes of footsteps

Follow close behind

But she dare not turn around



Turn around

You know you're a cute little heart-breaker 

You know you're a sweet little love-maker 

I want to take you home 

I won't do you no harm 

You've got to be all mine 

All mine 



I see you come down on the scene, Foxy 

You make me want to get up and scream, Foxy 



I've made up my mind 

I'm tired of wasting all my precious time 

You've got to be all mine 

All mine

I went into the butchers

I said wanted wanted wanted some meat

Pass me some of that steak over there

It looks so sweet

I lost my heart to a meathook

That butcher man was some lady

He really stole my heart

He hung me up on his meathook

A real piece of

Slaughterhouse art



I lost my heart to a meathook



There's a meathook in my heart

Tearing me all apart

Ripping out my insides

But I just can't get away

I can't leave my

Meathook

Lost my heart to a meathook

Lost my heart to a meathook

Meathook

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I'm not meant to be here

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And if you knew

Nothing could replace you

If you were sane

Your heart wouldn't ache

But so what?

So what?

So what?



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When I told you what I

And I



And I wouldn't ask you to pretend

That we were one

And still another time

Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds

And all the world was used to love

And yes we'd still be happy in another time

But so what?

So what?



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So what?

So what?

Slowly fading blue

The eastern hollows catch

The dying sun

Night-time follows

Silence and black

Mirror pool mirrors

The lonely place

Where I meet you



See your head

In the fading light

And through the dark

Your eyes shine bright



And burn

Like fire

Burn like fire in Cairo

Burn like fire

Burn like fire in Cairo



Shifting crimson veil

Silken hips slide

Under my hand

Swollen lips whisper

My name

And I yearn

You take me in your arms

And start to burn



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F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O

F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O

Then the heat disappears

And the mirage

Fades away



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F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O

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Burn like a fire in Cairo

Burn like a

Fire

Blaze like a fire in Cairo

Blaze like a

Fire

Flare

Burn like fire

Burn like

Fire in Cairo

You wear your smile

Like it was going out of fashion

Dress to inflame

But douse any ideas of passion

You carry your love in a trinket

Hanging round your throat

Always inviting

Always exciting

But I must not take off my coat



Well I'm tired of hanging around

I want somebody new

I'm not sure who I've got in mind

But I know

That it's not you

That it's not you



You ask me questions

That I never wanted to hear

I am the only one

Just until you finish this year

I would murder you

If I had the alibi

Here in my hand

And you just laugh

'cause you don't understand



That I'm tired of hanging around

I want somebody new

I'm not sure

Who I've got in mind

But I know that it's not you

It's not you

It's not you

It's not you

It's not you

It's not you

No it's not you

That it's not you

It's not you

It's not you

Walk across the garden

In the footsteps of my shadow

See the lights out

No one's home

In amongst the statues

Stare at nothing in

The garden moves

Can you help me?



Close my eyes

And hold so tightly

Scared of what the morning brings

Waiting for tomorrow

Never comes

Deep inside

The empty feeling

All the night time leaves me

Three imaginary boys



Slipping through the door

Hear my heart beats in the hallway

Echoes

Round and round

Inside my head

Drifting up the stairs

I see the steps behind me

Disappearing

Can you help me?



Close my eyes

And hold so tightly

Scared of what the morning brings

Waiting for tomorrow

Never comes

Deep inside

The empty feeling

All the night time leaves me

Three imaginary boys sing in my

Sleep sweet child

The moon will change your mind



See the cracked reflection

Standing still

Before the bedroom mirror

Over my shoulder

But no one's there

Whispers in the silence

Pressing close behind me

Pressing close behind

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

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