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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