You're such a fugitive, but you don't know what you're running from.

Assuming that all things are equal,Who'd want to be men of the people,When there's people like you?

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

You're rarer than a can of Dandelion & BurdockAnd those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or CapuletsJust banging tunes and DJ setsAnd dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtinessI Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor

I doubt it is your styleNot to get what you set out to acquireThe eyes are on fireYou are the unforecasted stormBrianstorm

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

You used to get it in your fishnetsNow you only get it in your nightdressDiscarded all the naughty nights for niceness......Remeber when the boys were all electric?