Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs 
Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs 
You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys 
They never know it 
Because you never show it 
You always get your way 
They never know it 
Because you never show it 
You always get your way 

Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions? 
Because I met a boy who went through one of your sessions 
In his blue velour and silk 
You liberated 
The boy I never rated 
And now he's throwing discus
For Liverpool and Widnes 
You liberated 
The boy I never rated 
And now he's doing business 

The stars of track and field, you are 
The stars of track and field, you are 
The stars of track and field are beautiful people 

Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it? 
About the hours spent, the [wilderness in your training 
You only did it so that you could wear 
Your terry underwear 
And feel the city air [bad word] past your body 
Your terry underwear
And feel the city [bad word] past your body

Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead? 
"She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head" 
She never needed anyone to get her round the track 
But when she's on her back 
She had the knowledge 
To get her into college 
But when she's on her back 
She had the knowledge 
To get her what she wanted

The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field are beautiful people.

The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field are beautiful people.

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