Assembly
Album - 4 marzo 2002 - Debaser id 26302

Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

From the automatic lover's store
To the first floor of your backroom door
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl
From the window of the red lit shop
To the hop-hop of the fluid swap
To the bang-bang when the wallet's gone
And the run-run when the heat is on
From the automatic lover's store
To the first floor of your homeroom door
And the cry-cry of your better half
To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff
From the plead-plead when you really want in
To the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin
From the flush-flush of the bed-time art
To the raging heart when she doesn't do her part

Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall
To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl
From the drink-drink until on the floor
To the blink-blink of the girl next door
To the rock-rock until off the hinge
To the luck-luck to complete the binge
From the rush-rush when you're feeling bored
To the second floor of your homeroom door
To the plead-plead when you really want in
And the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin
From the fug-fug of the bedroom air
To the hug-hug of the professional lair
To the automatic lover's store
Where it feel-feels much less like a chore
To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip
To the electric trip of the perfect strip

Hey you are you oh-oh are you
I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby
Hey you are you oh-oh are you
I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby

Moving sideways through the sold photo
Slow figures flashing on tiptoe
Crashing cars on a blue tableau
Goes to show it wasn't everywhere
No one steering, just an auto-move
Round and round the streetlights in the groove
Flying windscreens, dropping down below
Aisles of bricks, crumbling with the smoke
Here we go

I think you suit me
I'll make you happy
You specify me
You can't deny me

Dissolving turnpikes in a placid light
Intersections similarly white
I never found the concrete slab
I must have left it on the showroom tab
Escalators moving side to side
Round and round the footprints on the slide
From a picture, the city turned and spoke
There she was, the woman in the smoke
Here we go

I think you suit me
I'll make you happy
You specify me
You can't deny me

Must have left my eyes on a moving train
Tangled phone lines told me to revoke
Turgid reasons, everything's mundane
There she was, the woman in the smoke
Here we go

I guess you suit me
Do you extend me?
You maximise me
You can't deny me
I think you suit me
I'll make you happy

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A shame She won't fit in his world She exists for the game A shame Tricky repertoire Words flying 'round Picky seminar Bound to be drowned in the sound Sticky shirt and tie Play 'Bottoms Up' in the bar Icky, fly guy - why, She's nastier by far It's appeasing how she wanna flaunt her fur His mind's but a blur He's derailing from his train of thought Doing not what he ought and was taught He's trying to flick quick, but she waged the pages stick Someone must have gone click, click, click, click Can't see what's new, he doesn't have a clue Of what to do with the woman he thought that he knew She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A shame She won't fit in his world She exists for the game A shame.

Turn baby, turn
You've got the feeling for it
I'm the music
Dance with me, sway
Are you ready for me?
Take a chance on me.
Turn baby, turn
You've got the feeling for it
I'm in tune now
Sing to me, say
Are you ready for me?
Take a chance on me

The downtown boy in a daylight rouse
Getting ready for the night's ploy
And he's waiting on top a topless house
Or sliding down to his luminous, viscose clothes

I want to go with that French girl
She said, "Sure, do you want to make friends with me?"
Tres bien, tres bien
Hey, I'm not crying anymore

Turn baby, turn
You've got the feeling for it
I'm the music
Dance with me, sway
Are you ready for me?
Take a chance on me.

He put on his shirt knowing he's pert
Tearing 'cross the crowd in a gloss
He said, " Missy, don't be so pushy, eh"
Or thought he did it anyway
The words that he knew,
'Voulez-vous', 'Rendezvous'
Just made him black and blue
He wanted to go-go
She said, "No-no"
So he's waiting for next episode

I want to go with that French girl
She said, "Sure, do you want to make friends with me?"
Tres bien, tres bien
Hey, I'm not crying anymore

We stepped out of the brittle frame
And I heard her as she came
Through the city-streets
And the lavish lover-suites
Man standing next to man
He's alone I see only faces
I don't know I see faces staring
Other faces staring
Don't talk, don't tell
We stepped out and sought for height
And I looked for a single star
Through a starlit sky
And the fangles of sheets
There's nothing to expect from this place
We don't understand what is said
We're human, we're alone
So confused
We've lost all our means
And we'll lose
Now the sight greys out
And we wonder what we're doing in a place like this
It's so bright outside
In a non-white, flash-light way of Sometime
Now, tomorrow, anytime
I see faces staring
Other faces staring
Don't talk, don't tell
We're waiting
For morning
No sign of it
I'm listening
Can't hear it
Are we sure we didn't miss it?
I see faces staring
Other faces staring
Don't talk, don't tell.

He tries to see, although he can't
He tries, but doesn't understand
He calls on a different phone-line
No one that he knows
An out of focus acquaintance
Speaking in a silent parlance
"Remember me", breaks the silence
A recurring line again

He's looking for something
Can't see that he's stranded
He's just moving/going somewhere
He just can't stand this feeling no more

He feels the blood run through his veins
Tries to get up, be young again
His face in the bathroom mirror
Someone looks at him
His undisputed kind of self-love
Weaker than it used to be like
"Don't forget me", breaks the silence
A different life begins

He's looking for something
Can't see that he's stranded
He's just moving/going somewhere
He just can't stand this feeling no more

Looks in the mirror, feels the snag
Packs his bag and picks a map
"Don't forget me", seems inapt
He doesn't want to know

"Don't forget me"

He's looking for something
Can't see that he's stranded
He's just moving/going somewhere
He just can't stand this feeling no more
He's waiting for something
Becoming a vision
He's just moving/going somewhere
He just can't stand this feeling no more

Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on

Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
You don't really need me
But you keep me hangin' on

Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me

Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
You don't really need me
You yust keep me hangin' on

You say although we broke up
You still wanna be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again

Get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
You don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on

You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else!

Set me free, why don't cha babe
Get out my life, why don't cha babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on

Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Now you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me, hey abusing me
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on...