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)