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| Ich Bin Kunst (I Am Art) Ich Bin Kunst, can't you see Look at you Then look at me I am art, you're parody Ich Bin Kunst Je suis art (tres tres debonair) Because you don't Because I dare I blow your mind C'est mon plaisir Ich Bin Kunst It started when I was only a boy I couldn't kick a ball, climb a tree, play at war I took pleasure in the things that make men shudder I dressed up in the wardrobe of my mother! My father said don't panic it's a phase Phase one I said and snipped and sewn for days I dreamed of London town art and fashion was my thing I arrived and took a job in Burger King (it was nothing!) Ich Bin Kunst, can't you see Look at you Then look at me I am art, Ha, you're parody Ich Bin Kunst Je suis art (tres tres tres debonair) Because you don't and because I dare I blow your mind C'est mon plaisir Ich Bin Kunst |
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| St Christopher Sexual attraction, it's all in the eye Like oil on water, ain't no reason why Somebody rejects you don't you feel like you could die Oh spare me don't give me none of that you knew crap Cause your lying here with your pretty head in my lap Stripped to the waist, higher than the stars We all need tenderness sometimes so we know who we are Just for a moment I looked in the mirror and saw my ugliness looking so insecure I know whats up fool you got the bug You're drunk on the stuff you're in love with love Don't be no sucker your heart is tough It ain't about him your in love with love Sweet St Christopher You got a cheeky grin And you took me home instead of him But in love or war no one ever wins Oh do me a favour spare me all that crap You ain't no spider in a web and you weren't trapped Just for a moment I thought I had really scored Then I felt like a devil and you looked extremely bored (excuse me!) I know whats up fool you got the bug You're drunk on the stuff you're in love with love Don't be no sucker your heart is tough It ain't about him your in love with love You're in love with love Everyone's in love with love I'm in love, I'm in love with love Didn't someone once tell you you're a god damn flirt But what you refuse to hear it can never hurt But I still dig you baby For what it's worth And please think of me Next time your poor heart hurts |
| Fat Cat You say nothing's changed, where were you when my world Was spinning into masquerade You claim it's just a question of mathematics I shut the door on your amateur dramatics Then you think too much And you talk too much vicariously Yeah you think too much And you talk too much Every word is substance free You're the dirt on my collar You're the hole in my favourite shoe You're the last dying breath of love You're the weight that I need to lose And you hurt yourself You say I'm deranged, I'll admit to being strange But I just can't stop loving you If the light in your eyes Addiction came as a surprise Didn't think I'd be so into you Then you think too much And you talk too much so carelessly Yeah you think too much And you talk too much Every word is substance free You're the dirt on my collar You're the hole in my favourite shoe You're the last dying breath of love You're the weight that I need to lose |
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