Nadine:
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Sarah:
I'm hanging on a wire
Nadine:
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean
Sarah:
And the drum beat's rising higher
Nadine:
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Kimberley:
We should be getting it on
Fly DJs playing my song
Why don't you take me head on?
Nicola:
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
Cheryl:
You dream of touching me there
Sarah:
Your kisses taste of Cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my philosophy
Cheryl:
I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say
Nadine:
N-n-n-n-n-n no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could k-k-k-k k** my reputation
I don't do heavy loads
N-n-n-n-n-n no more conversations
You c-c-c-c-c can't carve up the world
It's a d-d-d-d-d dangerous occupation
Talking to a girl
I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
Sarah:
You're getting jaded
Cheryl:
But you're fascinated
Nadine:
I'm complicated (Kimberley: Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it (Kimberley: Along the carpet, no one cares)
Sarah:
You tell me you hate it (Kimberley: On the table, onto the floor)
Cheryl:
But you're fascinated (Kimberley: It's procreation and nothing more)
Kimberley:
D-d-d-d-d dance if you want 'til the dirty is done
'Cause we're stars in the dead of the night
But if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun
Baby I'm gonna put up a fight
And you can d-d-d-d dance if you want 'til you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
Cheryl:
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face
Don't push my love too far
Sarah:
I'm hanging on a wire
Nicola:
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean
Sarah:
And the drum beat's rising higher
Nicola:
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Nadine:
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Sarah:
And the drum beat's rising higher
Nicola:
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Nadine:
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul