You've Got The Lot

It’s amazing
What the right dress can do
You look so good
Like you should
You do

Dressed in style
Showing your curves
I can’t hold back
I’m a bag of nerves

You’ve got what its got
And you’ve got the lot
You’ve got what its got
And you’ve got the lot
You’ve got the lot

My throat feels dry
And you know why
I feel so proud of what you are
My love for you
Shines brighter than the stars

You’ve got what its got
And you’ve got the lot
You’ve got what its got
And you’ve got the lot
You’ve got the lot

 

The Men in White

Ever felt trapped
Unable to get out
Reach for the window
And you fall about

Shout at the mirror
That hates your sight
Then the doorbell rings
It's the Men in White

Ever felt lost
Don't know where you are
Start reading your map
Then crash the car

Swear at the world
When it's late at night
You hear sirens wail
It's the Men in White

The Men in White, the Men in White
They'll take your head away
Replace it with a spinning top
Make you turn their way
The Men in White, the Men in White
Yeah! They're allright, they're OK
At least they know what they're doing

Ever felt pain
As you lay on your bed
Reach for the light
Then bang your head

Kick open the door
Then it slams tight
You hear the knock -
It's the Men in White

 

I Don't Want More

I don’t want more
I just want to have what I need
No exploitation or greed
I just want to believe and leave
The world of excess behind
I don’t want more than I need

I don’t want today to rush on by
Because I’m told to live for tomorrow
Come beg, steal or borrow
I want to feel alive
Without the need for sorrow
Of buying into a world
Like there’s no tomorrow

I don’t want more (again)
I don’t want more any more (again)
I don’t want more (again)
I don’t want more any more, any more

There’s always someone
Saying they understand your needs
So they sell you a vision
For their personal greed
Then leave you for dead
As they board a plane
To a faraway place
Where it never rains

I don’t want promises
Left like empty bottles of wine
Come rain, snow or shine
I want to feel alive
Make the most of my time
Not pushed into wanting more
When my quota’s just fine

I don’t want more (again)
I don’t want more any more (again)
I don’t want more (again)
I don’t want more any more, any more

To Be Alone

I’m not a freak
Don’t call me a creep
When I want to be alone

Don’t chastise me
Or patronise me
Because I want to be alone

To be alone
And not be known
To be alone
In some secret place
Plenty of time
Plenty of space
To be alone
Is no disgrace

There are times when no one else will do
No rules, no obligations
No need for situations
Sorry, I just want to be alone

No complaining when I change my mind
No berating when I’m not on time
Ain’t no wronging
For the longing
When I want to be alone

I’m freakster
Don’t call me a creepster
Because I want to be alone
Away form life, away from phones

I’m OK with what I’m saying
No problem with the way
I’m behaving
When I want to be alone

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