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Cats In Uniform
03:08
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Words:
Entranced by your advances
I tried hard to resist
Your most critical of glances
Your unobtainable kiss
But I’m not looking for an assignation
With a poet or a fool
You can keep your unclaimed Laureate
Your Arundel tomb
Because... I like cats, I like cats in uniform
Do you like cats, do you like cats in uniform..?
Are you a cat, are you a cat in uniform..?
I like cats, I like a cat in uniform.
You stamped my library card
Blotted my copy book
Planned our Whitsun wedding
I could not bear to look
So don’t parade your lonely heart
Round the supermarket shelves
There will be no dinner parties
No unspeakable wives
Because... I like cats, I like cats in uniform
Do you like cats, do you like cats in uniform..?
Are you a cat, are you a cat in uniform..?
I like cats, I like a cat in a uniform.
I like cats, I like cats in uniform
Do you like cats, do you like cats in uniform..?
I like cats, I like a cat in a uniform.
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2. |
The Boy Salome
03:44
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Words:
It’s a good thing you did not know me
When I was the boy Salome
Your devastation would have been complete
For I was sweeter than a sweet pea
When I was the boy Salome
I had the whole of Yorkshire at my feet
I made professors of aesthetics weep
You’d have bought a whole new wardrobe (probably Ted Baker)
Smashed every mirror in your perfect little home (maybe Marc Jacobs)
Consumed by jealousy that you could not consume me
I’d have devoured your tender soul
Yes, you’d have suffered for my beauty
When I was the boy Salome
I would have ruined you for other men
For there were none who could deny me
When I was the boy Salome
I danced for sultans, kings and presidents
I slept with half your hall of residence
But when the world seems cold and empty
There’s still an inch of toothpaste somewhere in the tube
So squeeze me gently, sweetheart, from the bottom up
Because this last inch of toothpaste is for you
I was cooler than Hawaii when I was the boy Salome
Made all the ladies sigh-y when I was the boy Salome
Sharp as a machete when I was the boy Salome
More slippery than spaghetti when I was the boy Salome
Don’t bring me the head of Joan The Baptist
Unless her body is attached
Just bring me seven silken veils, seven pints of bitter ale,
Seven candles and a match
It’s a good thing you did not know me
When I was the boy Salome
I was sweeter than a sweet pea
When I was the boy Salome
I’d have been your one and only
When I was the boy Salome
The ladies went all moan-y
When they met the boy Salome
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
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Words:
I’ve given you everything you need
I’ve given you everything you need
I’ve given you everything you need
I’ve given you everything you need
Gave you a solo preview of
The one-man show inside this head
In which I sang like a canary
Was your boy Scheherezade
Uttered such confessions
As you could dine out for years
Yours was the priestly ear to hear
My every existential fear
And every loose toy in my attic
Rattling around in panic
Now it’s all yours, do what you will
With my anecdotes that sorely failed to thrill
I’ve given you everything you need
I’ve given you everything you need
My curse extends from Florence
To the Gulf of Mexico
It damns to hell the French as well
And every boy you know
I kissed your scribbled birthday card
The spoon I used to stir your tea
But still when I got off my knees
You’d failed to bang the drum for me
The day your pity fell like tears
The night it melted clean away
I prayed your boyfriend impotent
And you might yet be gay
I’ve given you everything you need
Seems I’ve given you everything you need
I’ve given you everything you need to destroy me
I’ve given you everything you need to destroy me
From tenderness to casual torture
All those flowers I never bought you
The Love & Rockets comic books
Forty thousand longing looks
My preference in medication
And what I use the pills and potions for
Only reveal the paranoia of
This crashing bore
The endless kisses I misplaced
The song that failed to chart
My three unpublished novels
And this x-ray of my heart
I’ve given you everything you need to destroy me
I’ve given you everything you need to destroy me
I’ve given you everything you need to destroy me
I’ve given you everything you need to destroy me
To destroy me
To destroy me
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4. |
Watch The Man Burn
02:24
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Words:
They do love differently in England
It’s an emotional investment
And the English like a quick return
So they go up like fireworks in England
Yeah, stand back everybody
And watch the man burn
He always felt that he should suffer for his art
Well, he's suffering now all right
But somehow they suffer differently in England
It’s a sentimental swindle
A sleight of hand, a sleight of heart
They do hate differently in England
There’s no poetry in England
No blacks, no Irish, no bloody poets, no dogs
They’ve got the measure of you in England
They won’t treasure you in England
If you haven’t got the ch-ch-ch-ch-chops
But everyone here gets a prize
Assuming they let you leave alive
But they do murder differently in England
You’ll barely feel the pin prick
As they steal your honey from the hive
So stand back and watch the man burn!
Just stand back and watch the man burn!
Stand back and watch the man burn!
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The Spanish Amanda England, UK
The SpanAm: at it since the 90's & still UTTERLY UNCORRUPTED by success, recognition or
fame..!!
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