Sugar Mummy
You remind me of
a hero of the French Revolution
With your mystery bag and your black leather jacket
But I can't see your eyes under that lock of hair
I know you come
from south of the river
And the shock of going north just makes you shiver
But life could be sweet in my flat off Ken High Street
I'm a high flyer
with a big pay packet
And I tell myself I'm wise to your racket
And you've said that you could do a lot worse
Than keeping house and ironing my shirts
But I'm not going
to be your sugar mummy,
No, I don't want to be your sugar mummy,
No, I'm not going to be your sugar mummy,
Oh, no.....
Don't you know
I've got your number, mister,
You've got your eye on my little sister,
Well, maybe you know I know
And maybe you just don't care
Was it moon madness
or paranoia,
Low self-esteem, that great destroyer,
So say the gurus on my shelf,
You couldn't want me for myself
And I'm not going
to be your sugar mummy,
No, I don't want to be your sugar mummy,
No, I don't want to be your sugar mummy,
No, no, no
(etc. to fade)
Spanish Tragedy
You were standing
by the door
So proud and so cocksure
It never crossed my mind
That you, you could be mine
I didn't understand
I'm used to being chosen
And though I want you badly
It seems something, something is frozen
When you walked
me home
You talked about girls who'd let you down
I said nothing at all
But hoped you'd know that I'm the kind who'd stay around
Stay around
We went back to
your room
You said, I'm going to bed
And then you lay there watching me with your hands
Behind your head
I felt such a fool
Not knowing what you expected me to do
Someone at the door
The spell was broken and I went through
Leaving you
Perfect Dear
You're a perfect
dear and I like your style
But when I get too near you run a mile
Why are you so shy?
You're a sweetie pie, you're a perfect dear
You're a little
darling, you're a honeybun
But since you never talk, you're really not much fun
Do I scare you away?
When I get too near, you're a perfect dear
I think of you
almost all the time, going to make you mine,
Waiting for the time, that you're my perfect dear
You're a little
cherub, you're an angelface
Why don't you ever ask me back to your place
It's not such a disgrace
Be my valentine,
Be my perfect dear
I think of you
almost all the time, going to make you mine,
Waiting for the time that you're my perfect dear