Becoming X

She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red,
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child,

She makes every move they make,
She takes everything they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line,
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen,
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro lites,
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face,

She makes every move they make,
She takes everything they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul,
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound,

She takes every scene they steal,
She takes every pain they feel,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Hey ho - who is this, no one but me my dear
Please come, say how do,
The things I'll give to you,
A stroke as gentle as a feather,
Hey ho - I am here, am I not young and fair,
Please come, say how do,
The things I'll show to you
Would you have a wondrous sight,
The midday sun at midnight,
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your hair

Roll on, these doors are open
Roll off, you can come next time,
I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees
When you're breathing through your elbows,
Down on me, down on me

Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
Don't take that wrong
Don't take that wrong

Roll up, these doors are open,
Load up, come next time
Don't try to hurry me along,
Just walk ahead a little gone

Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
Don't take that wrong
Don't take that wrong

Roll on, going down on me,
Roll off, make it easy on me,
You can't think you're someone special,
On your knees,
We're throwing punches underwater,
Sink with me, sink with me, sink

Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
Something is sinking X5

Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out
Round here,

Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace

Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wannabe
Don't think 'cos I understand,
I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends,

Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace

Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much, I take whatever you're given
Not enough,

Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace

Phone me and I'll hang up
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up
Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, You're over and out
Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in
Choking on a sweetheart, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...

Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder
Get ahead, get laid, get it over
Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose, you're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defences
Putting on the trousers, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...

You want the day to fit to a soundtrack
Get a story get a life and get back
You've got nothing to shout about
You're over and out

I'm checking out of my senses, Buying best defences
Fired up on free-will, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...

You're not the sun, it's just a light,
Waking early sunday morning,
You're not my church,
It's just the bells,
Ringing sweetly through the house,
And in this sense of mine,
You're not this prayer.
You're still in reach,
I please myself,
Wasting early sunday morning
You're not my lead,
You're just my help,
Talk the edge off sheer denial
And in this state of mine
You're what i want,
Nothing closeto what i need
I breathe you in x4
Suit yourself,lose myself
Breaking early sunday morning
You're not the sun
You're not my church,
I still hold some self-control,
But in this sense of mine
I'm still too high, look no hands
I breathe you in x4