She's reading magazines
She's wearing swastika
I can't remember what she said anyway
I put her record on I wish that I was deaf
She came from the mountains and she's so deliKate
I'll get up on my own. Don't worry girl
I'll get high on my own
I'm not ready for your touch. No worry girl.
I'm so sorry but... I wonder when it all went wrong

She wanna sing an immaculate song
She wanna ticket straight to Bristol
But it's already flooded by the wave of cream
She's feeding ducks upon the bridge
I just can't stand it...all her [bad word] Dibromindigo is the only thing she can see But
I'll get up on my own.Don't worry girl
I'll get high on my own
I'm not ready for your touch. No worry girl.
I'm so sorry but... I wonder when it all went wrong