Perfectly ugly I'm standing up here in front of you Like a living work of art And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side But they
Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence What can I do? Maybe I can deal in actions
The night is growing old veined with threads of early dawn So deal the deck, c?mon Red, c?mon my friend The colour of fire The colour of fury And
Across the room This crowded, lonely room I see you standing bright, you?re on fire Across the sky The busy city sky There?s one star alight It?
My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door And my hands may be cold but my wry smile?s still warm And she can?t believe that I?m not gonna fight
I don?t know I don?t know I don?t know what it was that was making me Curl up in the corner and be secondary to you I can see I can see I can see
Sex is the open sesame, to a rich mans eyes. And I am not prepared to be patronised, to compromise, to sanitise my ugly tongue cold eyes. And babe you
Are you receiving me? I?ll give you Something to write home about Put the colour back in your cheeks and take the "milk of" out Call it what you will
I can see her head in hands I can taste the salt that?s waiting there behind her eyes I can feel the tears that echo in these walls Cos she?s throwing
Would you look at this place There's a sign on the wall We are all suddenly free We don't pull any punches at all Imagination runs riot There's a
