We Don't Do It For

What Will I Be Doing In Twenty Years' Time? I'll Be Dead, Darling! Are You Crazy?

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

In Terms Of Love, You're Not In Control And I Hate That Feeling. I Seem To Write A Lot Of Sad Songs Because I'm A Very Tragic Person. But There's Always An Element Of Humour At The End.

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

I Dress To Kill, But Tastefully.