| Lyrics: | I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock
And how it's always another
day
Just after twelve o'clock's struck
You said "Now I only want you so I don't have to
promise"
But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the Crimes of
Paris
Chorus: You're not the girl next-door or a girl from France
Or the
cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants
All the words of love seem cruel and crass
When
you're tough and transparent as armoured glass
You're everywhere girl in an everyday
mess
Who'll pay for the Crimes of Paris
I heard that you fell for the "Hell or to
Hammersmith Blues"
In the tiny torn up peices of his mind he's irresistible too
Now it's
hard to say now if he's only stupid or smart
When he crawled through the door
And pured
out more of his creeping-Jesus heart
Chorus
And it's all here and now
She
hit him with that paper-wieght Eiffel Tower
And I tried to hold on to you but I don't know
how
And I find it hard to swallow good advice
Like going down three times to only come up
twice
She's so convenient, he's always stiff as hair-laquer
It's hard to discover
now he's in love with her
It was her way of getting her own back
You never did anything
she couldn't do on her own
You're as good as your word and that's no good to her
You'd
better leave that kitten alone
Chorus |
