Casanova

Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type masturbate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run 'round
With trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While i try to find words
As light as the birds
Yhat circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love

I met a girl, she was a frog princess
I guess i ought to make it clear
That i saw nothing through her see-through dress
Until she whispered in my ear

"you don't really love me and i don't really mind
'cause i don't love anybody,
That stuff is just a waste of time
Your place or mine?"

I met a girl, she was a complete mess
I should've left her well alone

"the divine comedy's casanova

Through a long and sleepless night
I thought upon the jury's plight
If what is wrong can feel so right
Then life's no longer black and white
It's four o'clock and all's not well
In my private circle of hell
I contemplate my navel hair
And slowly slide into despair
This rut has fast become a trench
This smell has turned into the stench
Of rotten dreams and stale ideals
The past is snapping at my heels
Oh danny boy the pipes are blocked
With bedtime blues and future shock
I know the best is yet to come
But does it always take this long?

I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride

"you deserve to be horse-whipped
But i've no horse", that joke's so shit
And whips would only make it worse
Don't tempt the lonely and perverse
The casualties of casual sex
The child of three with x-ray specs
The conman low in self esteem
The casanova in your dreams
I'll scream and scream and scream until
I've made myself critically ill
In hospital, in case you're there
In uniform, intensive care
I know you'll be the death of me
But what a cool death that would be
I'd rather die than be deprived
Of wonderbras and thunder thighs

I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride

Bored of normality?
Why not go daft?
It's easy to do if you try
Slide right back down that self-confident path
You've just so laboriously climbed
Pickle your liver and addle your brain
Live the bohemian life
Die young and penniless somewhere in spain
Then again you could try just to live your own life
In the way that you find most amusing
I don't really care!

I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i will always be the bridegroom and i will never be the bride

She said "there's something in the woodshed
And i can hear it breathing -
It's such an eerie feeling, darling."
He said "there's nothing in the woodshed -
It's your imagination
End of the conversation, darling."

Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his genes told him to pretend
'twas something for the weekend

But she said "there's something in the woodshed
I know because i saw it
I can't simply ignore it, darling."
So he said "now baby, don't be stupid
Get this into your sweet head
There ain't nothing in the woodshed (except maybe some wood)."

Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his jeans told him to pretend
'twas something for the weekend

"i'll go all the way with you, if you'll only do the same for me