The Numanoid Channel

These new romantics are oh so boring

I could swear I've been there

Once or twice before

Like you

I should grow wings

And just forget the club

You know the legends never wanted

To be me

Far too erotic to be okay, so

If you're concerned, well I don't care

You play games, you play safe

Me I just sighed with relief

Matthew's mother

The change disturbs me

You're everybody's friend

Age, I suppose

Just like religion

You're going nowhere

Like your so explicit clothes onto the floor

On those occasions

When everything's broke down

Including you and me

See the boy, see the girl

The exhibition now is over

(P) 1981 Beggars Banquet

Moral