Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
My hands were clammy and cunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
And now you find you fit this identikit completely
I'm just a oily slick
So-called gentlemen and ladies
I make California's fault
In a very fashionable hovel
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
Once this seemed so appealing, now I am beyond belief
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly
I got a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of grief
You say you have no secrets then leave discreetly
Keep your finger on important issues
Once this seemed so appealing, now I am beyond belief
So in this almost empty gin palace
I come to you beyond belief
Dog-fight like rose and thistle
You know she has no sense for all your jealousy
Charged with insults and flattery, her body moves with malice
Once this seemed so appealing, now I am beyond belief
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous?
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
In a windup world with a nervous tick
Through a two-way looking glass you see your Alice
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I got a feeling I'm going to get a lot of grief
I hang around dying to be tortured
She's been suitably stunning
