I like to see you sing and dance
I like to see you jump and shout and point
your crooked and jointed finger at me
I didn't know people could be so unkind
It's you they call disillusioned
It's not their fault
But they do want someone to blame
I didn't know people could be so unkind
His body is sprung and loaded
She wants the thing that holds her back
His shoulder, a holster
Her head on his shoulder
Her shoulder, a holster
His head on her shoulder
Her shoulder, a holster
His head on her shoulder
Her shoulder, a holster
His head on her shoulder
I didn't know people could be so divided
At the crossroads by Mothercare
Clicking heels in earnest
They shows she knows what a spanner is for
It's for gunning the works
And I didn't know people could be so unkind
It's you they call desperate
It's not their fault
But they do want someone to blame
It's cold and the baby's behind gla**
heading d**h of being independent
At home everything's
Neat
She wants the boy that holds her back
It's not his (her*) fault
But she does need someone to.. er
Blame
(*her - version on Friendloverplane 2)