TELLING LIES

Gorgeous girls are bound to meet
To talk of stars and kings and feet
Through the chromosomes of space and time
Me- I'm fast like bad infection
Gasping for my resurrection
Swear to me in times of war and stress

Telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies
Ooh, ah, visionary
Ooh, ah, missionary
Telling lies
Feels like something's gonna happen this year
Telling lies
Ooh, ah, visionary
Ooh, ah, missionary
Telling lies
Feels like something's gonna happen this year
Telling lies---

Shadow falls in shrinking smiles
See me poised at the happy games
Standing in the mouth of all that's pure
Come straggling in your tattered remnants
You'll come to me in tears and rain
I'm your future,
I'm tomorrow, I'm the end
Telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies
Ooh, ah, visionary
Ooh, ah, missionary
Telling lies
Feels like something's gonna happen this year
Telling lies
Ooh, ah, visionary
Ooh, ah, missionary
Telling lies
Feels like something's gonna happen this year
Telling lies---

QUEEN B*TCH

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo

'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God- I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
She don't make false claims
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
why didn't I say, no, no, no

So I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all