I just want to be hated
by a straight lace like you
there's nothing here
to be debated
I'm a miscreant like you
I just want to be loved
by a mademoiselle like you
peering through
darkened corridors
let me tell you what
I want to do to you
where did you go this time
I want to tell you about a
friend of mine
looking up at the
bodies hanging
down from the ceiling
I just want to be free
from your black suits and
cheap perfumery
exposed by your non allegations
I'm just a little too
tall for this room
where did you go this time
I want to tell you about a
friend of mine
looking up at the
bodies hanging
down from the ceiling
I just want to be loved
by a straight lace like you
you ask me if I'm a believer
would you tell me if
I told you
where did you go this time
I want to tell you about a
friend of mine
looking up at the
bodies hanging
down from the ceiling