Stanley Ogden
Member
how can someone sing words so sad?
Please don't worry
There'll be no fuss
She was ... nobody's nothing
how can someone sing words so sad?
Please don't worry
There'll be no fuss
She was ... nobody's nothing
You are repressed but you're remarkably dressed. Is it real?
But I haven't got a stitch to wear!
No I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothes line for you
Your clothes were stolen?!
written lies, twisted lies
Who said I'd lie, because I'd never, never!
now you're lying about the lies that you told
Every warning sign, I take in my stride.
Trudging slowly over wet sands
Jukebox Jury
I recognise that mystical air, It means I'd like to seize your underwear
Me without clothes, well a nation turns it's back and gags....
Jukebox Jury
Don't say i didn't warn yer!
I'd like to drop my trousers to the world.
He knows I'd love to see him.
I keep mine hidden
I look at your yours, but you at mine
Jukebox Jury
Because you're not right in the head, and nor am I