I Am Not Going To

I'm Hopeless With Money; I Simply Spend What I've Got.

Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. I'd Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If Anyone Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Darling, Then It's There!

My Songs Are Like Bic Razors. For Fun, For Modern Consumption. You Listen To It, Like It, Discard It, Then On To The Next. Disposable Pop.

I Don't Talk To Everybody, So They Don't Really Know The Real Me. I Don't Think Anybody Will.

I'm Very Emotional; I Think I May Go Mad In Several Years' Time.