I lost my teeth on the edge of a glass
It is fun while it lasts, and it lasts and it lasts
I am [bad word] on style and inherited class
I am queen at the bar I am kept for the farce
And the water laps at the harbour side
And these salon walls are petrified
And we’re [bad word] on style and inherited class
And the salon walls were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass to Europe

I fix my eye on the turn of the vial
I can trace your life with a sneer and a sigh
I am antique lace and a - glass
I am grey haired chests and push up bras
And the water laps at the harbour side
And these cafe walls are petrified
We are antique lace and a - glass
And these cafe walls were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass to Europe

I can write my name in my father’s hand
I can see your souls I can understand
I can dress myself I can see you pass
I can lick my lips I can slap your [bad word] 
And the water laps at the harbour side
And these hatreds are petrified
We can dress ourselves we can see you pass
And these hatreds were built to last
So sit with me and we’ll raise a glass to Europe

And the water laps at the harbour side
Our royal dance is codified
We are all traversed in suicides
We are condoms washed on the harbour side
So sit with me and we’ll toast the bride of Europe...