Marc Almond - Anarcoma lyrics

A stiletto scrapes the pavement Leaving a red streak of paint Breaks a sweat upon the sailors To them she is a saint Tattoo on the muscle That says 'in love forever i' She'll take them and she'll break them Oh come hold me till i die. Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma There's a ladder in her nylons Where we can climb up to the stars Join a queue of borsalinos As you bend over the bar Tattoo on her muscle says 'beware, behave, be mine' She'll eat them up for breakfast One at a time Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma Well come on if you need loving Pirondelllo don't be shy It just takes a little money And we'll get there by and by For i've got a little more Than any other girl You pay a little extra For a trip around the world And if the world is not enough Then i'll take you to the sky Put you in an armhold Blacken both your eyes For you'll find no other woman That will love you like i do I'll just open up the oven door And leave the cooking up to you Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma And she took me to her room That had never seen the light Those sheets had seen a legion And she beat me up all night And over morning coffee She shook her black hair from its mess Her lips a gash of lipstick And she s**s a cigarette Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma I could be yours You could be mine You could be mine