I
dance like there's nobody watching
I work like I don't need the money
I laugh like a bastard for no reason at all
And I shout and scream just to be funny
Sometimes I just need to run
Swing the soldiers at the sun
No undercrackers, no end of fun
I'm
in love with opening double glazed windows
Especially behind closed doors
I smell like a lap dancer's handbag
And I like to expose hidden flaws
Sometimes
I just need to run
Swing the soldiers at the sun
No undercrackers, no end of fun
Dedicated
Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
I'm
partial to a minestrone cup-a-soup
Impressed by an ill-fitting wig
I think I've got an allergy to tinned corned
beef
And that fat Jaded Goods - she's a pig
Sometimes
I just need to run
Swing the soldiers at the sun
No undercrackers, no end of fun
Dedicated
Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Outside
my window, illuminations
Inside my window, hallucinations of you
Won't you tell me what I can do
Inside
my window, hallucinations
Outside my window, illuminations of you
Won't you tell me what else I can I do for you
It's
difficult when love can be mistaken for revulsion
So I smear the factor 40 like an undercoat emulsion
And get inside the pac-a-mac, snake belt at
the ready
Gently squeeze the starting gun with rock steady
Eddie
Lose the plazzy coating and get right down on
the ball
Yoga classes, speed dating, I've done them all
Exposing every body part except maybe the heart
But leftfield ideology always throws up great
art
Sometimes I just need to run
Swing the soldiers at the sun
No undercrackers, no end of fun
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
Dedicated Follower of Flashing
