Oh I am very very sad
I like kissing my own lips
Just like Michael I'm completely mad
I like sex at my own pace
I, this nation's narcissus, laureate
I like mirrors in bedrooms mirrors in bedrooms
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk cute down the streets of soho
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk down the streets
Oh slow d-r-e-a-m your life away for twenty-four hours
T-e-a-s-e the girls, I say try it for one day
Dressed in white crimply white like a bride
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Your son and your daughter
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk cute down the streets soho
Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)
I wanna walk down the streets
Oh slow just another fake cockney, ah!