Tim Powell - Graffiti My Soul lyrics

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