The It Girl

we should spend the night in a small hotel like this
drinking champagne in it
we could drive your car through the east end streets to the city
and still make a day of it
take all i have i've no secrets left to steal
what would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel

i need high heels just to stand up
got to carry some stairs to get near enough
i need some wheels to move you around
i've borrowed some tools to chisel you down
tie me up and i'll confess
a thousand ways that make you statuesque

and it won't last for long better do you worst
while i'll forgive you of anything
oh your so rehearsed
'cos some wise guy built you pretty
so you'd get away with it

take all i have i've no secrets left to steal
what would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel

two ferries collide and you'll be the one
standing on the dock reading papers in the sun
the ice age arrives you'll keep me warm
falling at your feet with no feelings of my own
what do i do with you lately
what can i do with you lately

two robbers arrive big guys with guns
you'll be the one looking backwards as we run
crusaders come by fat guys who sing
you'll be the one not believing anything

what do i do for you lately
what can i do for you

i'm not afraid of you you're very nice in fact
now give me all your cigarettes
these little love attacks
are making me feel queasy
can't get my heart rate down

two missionaries come with conversion kits
you'll be the one sewing cotton through their lips
we wear out the sun you'll be the one
lying on the roof wearing factor 41

i'm not afraid of you you're very nice
in fact you've got it all you're very tall
i'm totally impressed can't get my heart rate down

i'm not afraid of you you're very nice
in fact you've got it all but i'm bored
of being sycophantic
so get your knickers down

eleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nice still raining
spied a man he looks away i never liked him much no conversation
skills went on a quiz show once and nearly won encyclopaedic
sunday drive to birthday lunch had an argument they're car sick
oh shiver on to your own front door
so much to get back for

clumsy clumsy aren't we dressed in paper
and holding hands with gloves on
eyes in comedy shades

we're clumsy aren't we wrapped in paper and fears
can't pay attention when you've got glue ears

seven o'clock on a motorway she isn't going out she's only
visiting dad who was locked away
now he just recites lines from movies
kid in the back is eating flies
wish his mother didn't dress him funny
she still sighs still dots her eyes
with little hearts she worries

monday morning fiction on the tube then sorting out the daily mail
nasty habit read the horoscope then pick the skin around her nails
are shiny made for making love or kissing indiscreetly at the weekend
miss the drink that leaves you feeling peaky
tuesday lunchtime itchy in a suit all dressed up for the pantomime
how d'you know though when you're getting on or when you're getting back in
line up strung up listen to the sound of someone else's fun fair
always racing they'll catch you when you thought you'd just got somewhere

there's nothing you can do i'll make it up to you
you're feeling just like them
tonight we'll find a different world or sign a different treaty
love makes you forgetful so completely

you're always looking read about the lives that loiter in non fiction
while you're waiting someone stole the courage of your conviction

she's a movie star arrangement
got a touch of bergman to her face
she wears suits and buys him flowers
smokes his cigarettes and bakes him cakes
he says uh oh i love you
but i'm not sure i trust you
you seem strange to me

she's got green eyes and she's lovely
reminds me of the 'it' girl with her lips
got an automatic license
reads all dostoievsky's household tips

he says uh oh i love you
but i'm not sure i trust you
you seem strange to me

how come everyone suspects her
attach her to a lie detector
watch a thousand housewives fizz and burn
and every time she answers yes
the needles on his polygraph test
just go round in circles like his brain

she's got long hair but she's ugly
got a touch of einstein to her brain
she wears fat clothes but she's cunning
people say she's easy all the same

he says uh oh i love you
but i'm not sure i trust you
you seem strange to me

it took a thousand cliches just to scold her
took a man from stepford and a tape recorder
got his ego broken so crestfallen
you made a start you made us laugh
stop it you're a grown man baby
it's just that your head's no good

quickly she came dressed up for fame
riding her perfume downstairs
make up like glue she danced round the room
to the sound of her corduroy flares
lets go to town taxis all round
we could stop for a couple of beers
he looks at it all stifles a yawn
she tries not to look like she cares

what do i do now are we going under
what did i do wrong i though we had it sorted
out the other day maybe i'm just stupid
can't we try again
no one told me it was raining

can't face a club they walk to a nearby pub
watch a couple of bands
draining the glass they walk home at last
reaching for each others hands

nothing is said he goes to bed
dreaming of her on his own
she stays up all week watching him sleep
scared that she'll wake up alone

oh i'll miss you every day of your life
oh you'll feel it too you're not that strong
you know i'm on to you

oh i'll miss you every day of your life
and maybe when you're dead
i'll get some rest from holding onto you

what do i do now then are we going under
what did i do wrong i thought we had it sorted
is there someone else or am i too familiar
was it when i said i wanted to have children
tore up all your photos didn't feel too clever
spent the whole of sunday sticking you together
now i'd like to call you but i feel too awkward
some things need explaining
no one told me it was raining

we step through london the streets holding onto us
we stand where the river bends i hope we fall in
this time maybe lets take a photograph
we'll burn all the negatives i hope we fall in

it's never going to be this good so just climb in
how long till reason makes us small again
it feels just like we've just got started

it's still you taking me up there
pretend to be scared then decided that we don't care
wear ourselves out on the way down
it's still you and the moment you met me
you thought i was cheap you were the sale of the century
creased ourselves up on the way down

now i touch you don't know where you begin
sometimes you're a piece of me i hope we fall in

it's been too long so it can't just be something we ate
i knew we'd go far 'cos we both share the people we hate
it feels just like we just got started