| CHARLENE
You've got yourself in a fine mess there
Charlene
You're either absolutely mad or you are joking
Charlene
Charlene I'm crying so close to you darling
We're naked and laughing
You shine on my battery Charlene
Charlene, Charlene, Charlene ...
I have always adored your witty mouth
Charlene
Now would you please be very, very rude to them
Charlene
Charlene I'm crying so close to you darling
We're naked and laughing
You shine on my battery Charlene
Let me get you out of that lady
Charlene
Your dress is red and oh so slippery
Charlene
I guess I have to dry you
Dress you and comb you
You're already late
I'll sort you out
Charlene I'm crying so close to you darling
We're naked and laughing
You shine on my battery Charlene
Charlene, Charlene, Charlene....
I GO HUMBLE
I go humble
You're so curiously pure
Only before you I'm humble
I go humble
You amaze me
Only before you I'm humble
I should be arrested
For my emotional stunts
Only before you I'm humble
I'm queen of provocation
I wake people up
Only before you I'm humble
I go humble
I adore you
Only before you I'm humble
I should be arrested
For my emotional stunts
Only before you I'm humble
I REMEMBER YOU
I remember you,
You're the one that made my dreams come true
A few kisses ago..
I remember you,
You're the one that said, "I love you too,
Didn't you know?"
I remember too
A distant bell,
And stars that fell
Like rain, out of the blue..
When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all,
I shall tell them I remember you.
I remember you,
You're the one that made my dreams come true,
A few kisses ago..
I remember you,
You're the one that said, "I love you too,
Didn't you know?"
I remember too
A distant bell,
And stars that fell
Like rain, out of the blue..
When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all,
I shall tell them I remember you.
Oh, you..
Oh, you..
You..
MY SPINE
I adore
Back of necks
Beautifully shaven
Gives me
Always, always, always, always ...
A pretty rash down my spine
All those boys
With fascinating fingers
Working creating
Touching their tools
Gives me
Always, always, always, always ...
A pretty rash down my spine
Tell me stories
Play me the tunes
That cracked you up
Gives me
Always, always, always, always ...
A pretty rash down my spine
PLAY DEAD
Darling, stop confusing me,
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces,
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this,
I belong to here where no-one cares,
and no-one loves.
No light no air to live in,
a place called hate,
The City of Fear.
I play dead,
It stops the hurting.
I play dead,
and the hurting stops.
It's sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain,
Hug suffering,
caress every ache
I play dead, It stops the hurting.
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