‘A prima donna, slipped into her leather But she was restless She knew it in her heart of hearts She said: “Tonight you’d better pull yourself together Because tonight I’m gonna pull myself apart!” Out on the streets Everyone is searchin’ for a thrill But she’s the only one that’s out there Really dressed to kill And she said: “Listen to me, it’s not a tragedy This time I’m gettin’ through And now there’s something you can do for me!’
‘TV angel with her eyes full of smoke Gazin’ at the hero, he’s so mucho macho He shrugs, he says: “This must be some kind of joke” As she pulls on his cigarette And loves him to distraction But she cries, “I don’t wanna feel like a machine I’m not the only one who wants to feel the in-between That’s why I’m deep into this state of fascination That’s why I’ve lost the art of conversation’
‘Eyes out of focus, the sharpening of blades The sad tension, reek of patchouli Even the Jokers are dealin’ in Spades It’s one dimension, it’s all so passé Just then a voice said: “Honey, it’s too late to change your mind” Her face tightened I could see she’d found a new desire And she said: “Listen to me, it’s just a fantasy This time I’m comin’ through And now there’s something you can do for me…’
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Well done :)