Sex is the open sesame, to a rich mans eyes
And I am not prepared to be patronised, to compromise, to sanitise my ugly tongue cold eyes
And babe you know you'd better watch those incriminations, watch what those fingers do cos life has a funny wayof pointing those fingers back at you
And she can be a hole in a mattress, of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of a life is blue and stained with people, people like you People like you
And sweetheart I think you should let me hold your grudge for you, Im a little better qualified and a lot more willing to
And she just sits there looking vacant, like they always do
Well you never know anyone anyway, I never even knew myselfmyself until today now my lifes a newspaper, with some pages blown away
She can be a hole in a mattress, of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of a life is blue and stained with people, people like you People like you
What does this, what does this, what does this smilewhat does this, what does this, what does this smile, what does this, what does this, what does this smiledo for you?
Well does it do it for you?
She could be a hole in a mattress, of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of a life is blue and stained with peoplepeople like youpeople like youwell do people like you, like their not supposed to
Well Isaid Ioh Iknow so many people like you