She's a gin-soaked h**ne In worn out shoes In the furthest corner of her dream There's a coded truth She's the dirt with desires Oh! That just aren't mine Where is your love for me? Can you cure my mind? People move in the hope of a better life People kiss yourself good morning and good night You can't cancel me Even if I leave London And turn on the TV As the libertine betrays The romantic lover And beauty becomes Lighter than the lightness of feathers Without warning Sing as you march! Where is your love for me? Can you cure my heart? People… I'm dying for a smoke In exchange for a piece of lived life Too tired to hate Relieve my sorrow with knife! As we kiss and hiss and spit at one another Where is your love for me? Can you cure desire? People People Oh no! You can't cancel me Even if I leave London And turn off the TV