How are you,

can I look a little closer

Well let me introduce you to

Say how d'you do believer

So tell me is he young enough

Or could it be hung up enough

And does he help to keep it up

when he's handing it out to please you

So you ever sink the night away

How about the day ain't it getting long

These eggshell hearts you're tripping on



Oh when you've got money

you can biuld a bomb

Oh it's beautiful,

torching up your lonely nights

Oh how you shine when you throw

all the suckers on

Tired of every single one



Oh you're filth, you're filth, you're filthy

And someone's gonna hose you down

You're gonna be sorry for the way

you whore a life around

Now tell me is he young enough

Or could it be hung up enough

Or maybe just be hung enough to keep it up

when you're flagging

Do you ever soak the night away

How about the day ain't getting long

These eggshell hearts you're tripping on

Writer : GLENISTER, PETER/MOYET, ALISON
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing