As you wash your hair and bathe in Perrier
As you hit the bank machine at night
Drinking money for tomorrow's flight
As you count your loss or bet on a black horse
Sit behind the wheel of a black Porsche
Use your leather organiser with your name embossed
The night is thick with frost It chills your heart
CHORUS
You got the world
Right where you want it
Where do you want
Where do you want the world?
You got the girl
Right where you want her
But where do you want
Where do you want the girl?
I pulled up at your door
And turned the key once more
Took a calculator from my pocket
Checked a picture of us in a locket
I knew you were not in
An alarm began to ring
Punched a number on a cordless phone
Made an offer on a Docklands condominium home
Somewhere with no soul
That won't remind me
CHORUS