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Be A Girl (1994)
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What's The Fuss (UK Vinyl Track)
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Always when we fight
I try to make you laugh
Til everything's forgotten
I know you hate that

Ba ba da da ba ba ba ba (2x)

Always when we fight
I kiss you once or twice
And everything's forgotten
I know you hate that

I love you Sunday sun
The week's not yet begun
And everything is quiet
And it's always

You and me always, and forever
You and me always, and forever
Ba ba ba ba da ba, it was always
You and me always

You tell me I'm a real man
And try to look impressed
Not very convincing
But you know I love it

Now we watch TV
Til we fall asleep
Not very exciting
But it's you and

Me and we'll always be together
You and me always, and forever
Ba ba ba ba da ba, it was always
You and me always, and forever
You and me always, and forever
Ba ba ba ba da ba, it was always
You and me always, and forever
You and me always, and forever
Ba ba ba ba da ba ba
Ba ra ra

. . .


We spend our money on guitarsWrite songs about our broken heartsWe're Shit City starsAnd when we don't, we're still awareThat we're pop revolutionairesAren't we cool?
Some say we pretend we live in a dreamworld,We don't think soRule No 1 - pretend it's fun
OK now
Chances are we might be stars, and live foreverChances are we might be stars, beloved foreverChances are we might be stars, and shine until....We fall down

We know the faces one should knowWe know the places where to goWe're on the radioWe never stop, we carry onPretending life is like a songArent we cool?
Some say we pretend we live in a dream world,We don't think soRule No 10 - just try again
OK now
Chances are we might be stars, and live foreverChances are we might be stars, beloved foreverChances are we might be stars, and shine until....We fall down

. . .


Hey - Hello May
Love in June
Stay forever
Yeah, yellow hair
I love you
My summer girl

I've been sleeping, wasting time
And making lots of plans
I was dreaming you were mine
I fumbled and we fell...in love
She was an angel from above
So unaffected and so free

Hey - Hello May
Love in June
Stay forever
Yeah, yellow hair
I love you
My summer girl


Always staying with the sun,
And keep the cold away
Like a glass of heated rum
It's Sunday every day - oh yeah
But it's written in the sand
Wherever summer goes I land

Hey - Hello May
Love in June
Stay forever
Yeah, yellow hair
I love you
My summer girl (x4)

Hey ooh ooh ooh
Hey ooh ooh ooh
Yeah ooh ooh ooh

My summer girl

. . .


So you think there's someone missing
Somebody to hug and kiss and then still be friends
So you think there's more than singing
Reading magazines about the scream
I know what you mean

Now you know how it feels
know how it feels
and how does it feel?
Now you know how it feels
know how it feels
and how does it feel?

So you think you're someone special
Very glamourous, one of a kind
A brilliant mind
So you find it disappointing
Realising what you won't achieve
I know what you mean

Now you know how it feels
know how it feels
and how does it feel?
Now you know how it feels
know how it feels
and how does it feel?

So you think there's something missing
Something everlasting, somehow kind
It's hard to find
So you think you really miss her
The perfect girl to kiss and then, still be friends

Now you know how it feels
know how it feels
and how does it feel?
Now you know how it feels
know how it feels
and how does it feel?

. . .


As the sun fell, so did I... into the fire
I left my clothes and bag behind
Love stung, she was a revelation
A new sensation, infatuation,
Let me down!

How am I supposed to let go?
Sweet nymphet, I can't forget you
Heaven knows I would have liked to
So tell me how am I?

I think I know a thing or two:
I'm such a fool
I'm still busy missing you
Love stung, she was a revelation
A new sensation, infatuation,
Let me down!

Love stung, she was a revelation


A new sensation, infatuation,
Let me down!

How am I supposed to let go?
Sweet nymphet, I can't forget you
Heaven knows I would have liked to
So tell me how am I?

She was a revelation
A new sensation, infatuation,
Let me down!

How am I supposed to let go?
Sweet nymphet, I can't forget you
Heaven knows I would have liked to
So tell me how am I?
Tell me how am I?

. . .


I don't wanna fall into your arms,
I wanna melt your mind with charm
I don't want to hold you tight and true
I wanna paint the whole world blue
With golden starlets!

I just want to break records, of any kind
Set a new world record all the time
I just wanna go on and on,
'til there's nowhere to go
How 'bout, how 'bout you?

I don't want to love you like you love me


I want to love you 'til you bleed
I don't wanna kiss your fingertips
I wanna eat you honey lips
With golden garlic

I just want to break records, of any kind
Set a new world record all the time
I just wanna go on and on,
Till there's nowhere to go
How 'bout, how 'bout, how' bout, how' bout you?

Set a new world record (record) X6

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I've been flying airplanes
Doesn't seem to thrill me,
To excite me anymore

I've met sweet girls and boys
Played around with love toys
Nothing turns me on no more

I've been to San Francisco
San Luis Obispo
I've been surfing, my first love

I've been chasing, wasting
Shortcuts to sensation
Spent a million days astray

I want something new, give me anything


I'm dying, I'm dying for more
I want something new, give me anything
I'm dying, I'm dying for more

I've been driving shiny sportscars
Doesn't seem to thrill me,
To excite me anymore

I've been sailing oceans
I've seen a thousand coastlines
Now there's nothing new to find

I want something new, give me anything
I'm dying, I'm dying for more
I want something new, give me anything
I'm dying, I'm dying for more

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I won't pretend to care anymore
About your faggy, wiglike hair like before

You pick your nose, wear smelly clothes
Think you're so grandiose
Ah, my dear bon-bon

Soon you're dead,
I won't ever let you hold my hand
Soon you're dead,
I won't ever let you near again

I wont scratch your spotty (?) back anymore
Cause I'm not your devoted slave like before


You think you rule (?), self righteous fool
Crawl back into your cave
Ah, my dear bon-bon

Soon you're dead,
I won't ever let you hold my hand
Soon you're dead,
I won't ever let you near again

Soon you're dead,
I won't ever let you hold my hand
Soon you're dead,
I won't ever let you near my bed!
Oh yeah, no way!

. . .


Wooooo!
Love smitten.

You're so young and so pretty
I was drunk, kinda happy
And we're all so confused, always

Sweet talk, sweet kissing
Little girl, I'm in prison
Yeah you've got me so confused
Born to lose
And it's always the same...
Every time it's always the same

We do it all the time


We fall in love and we love it!
We do it all the time
Wooooo!
Love smitten.

You're so young, so luscious
I was drunk, most religious
And we're all so confused, always
Passion, sweet kissing
You're fun, you're wicked
And you've got me so confused,
Born to lose
And it's always the same...
Every time it's always the same, same, same

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You wore a sagging dress in satin way (????)
Barefoot with style
My grandchild,
And I was proud in every way
Walked by your side

But today, my love....
I'm alone and you're high up above
I do remember dreamy wednesdays
In the rain creative pain
How I remember dreamy wednesdays
In the rain

I miss you, the way you used to take my hand
We're all alone in the whole wide world
We walked the streets (?) for days and weeks
Swim in every lake

But today, my love....
I'm alone and you're high up above
I do remember dreamy wednesdays
In the rain creative pain


How I remember dreamy wednesdays
In the rain

How I love to be insane!

How I love to be in love
The kind of love you're unaware
Until she leaves and you start to bleed
Behave like every abandoned child
Miss little shy
Trying to hide my love

Take me home wherever I belong
I do remember dreamy wednesdays
In the rain creative pain
How I remember dreamy wedsnesdays
In the rain creative pain

How I love to be insane!
I just love to be insane.

. . .


I want to be everything
I have at least a million dreams
I want to be a football star
And play left-handed guitar

I want a place for me and you
A tree house big enough for two
Cause in my dreams you always seem
To be a girl sweet as cream

So you grow your hair
Think it will get you out of here
You're no supernova
So you grow your hair
Think it will get you out of here
Kid Casanova

I want to be on TV
I want the endless drink for free
I want to fly around the world
I want to be a girl

I want to swim in caviar
Experience some love bizarre
And in my dreams, you always seem
To be a girl full of sin

So you grow your hair
Think it will get you out of here
You're no supernova


So you grow your hair
Think it will get you out of here
Kid Casanova

I wanted to be everything
a butterfly...wing

So you grow your hair
Think it will get you out of here
You're no supernova
So you grow your hair
Think it will get you out of here
Kid Casanova

Grow your hair
-get out of here

Grow your hair
-get out of here

Grow your hair
out of here

Grow your hair
out of here

Get out of here

. . .


(from 'Don't Like You...' single and included with the 'Bagsy Me' limited edition vinyl)

Hi you can't deny you look a bit lonely
I ask you in, a drink for you and me only
Uh-oh, I was almost there when she got scared
What's the fuss, I thought that we were all grown up
We all know what it's all about, what's the fuss
Why do you complain we're all the same
Hi you seem to be in need of a good time
You're nice and in your eyes I see a goldmine
Uh-oh, I was almost there when she got scared
What's the fuss, I thought that we were all grown up
We both know what it's all about, what's the fuss
Why do you complain we're all the same
Uh-oh, she was almost there but she got scared
What's the fuss, I thought that we were all grown up
It's not about true love or trust, we both know what it's all about
So what's the fuss now

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