heey
she raves and
she's talking
she's a dirty girl
and she's disgusted
some people are
not so lucky
oo oo
lucky me

a red light
on Notre Dame
I don't drink a
osh osh champagne
some people are
not so lucky
oo oo
lucky me

well they stare from the windows
and they lean on the buttons
as the cars die crashing in the street

I feel like
Attila the Hun
I feel like
Nagasaki
some people are
not so lucky
oo oo
lucky me

i feel like a
a president
I've given up (given up)
given up on you
some people are
not so lucky
oo oo
lucky me

well they stare from the windows
and they lean on the buttons
as the cars die crashing in the street
need to talk to somebody
need to talk to someone
I could fall in love with
that girl

I feel like a
slow dive
mmm
oo oo
lucky me
I feel like
dirty girl
lucky me
mmm
oo oo
lucky me

heading my way... a real kick
a few drops on the windows
a tear in your dress
and seeing the scars as
a matter of fact
how to walk
in the house of flowers
and the dance goes on, it's the
last thing
I wear these scenes, talk to someone
talk to somebody
someone
somebody
someone (talk to somebody... someone)

hey
well, they stare from the windows
and they lean on the buttons
as the cars die crashing in the street
need to talk to somebody
need to talk to someone
I could fall in love with
that girl

well they stare from the windows
and they lean on the buttons
as the cars die crashing in the street
need to talk to somebody
need to talk to someone
I could fall in love without
that girl

I feel like a
slow dive
lucky me
oh
oo oo
lucky me
I feel like a
dirty girl
oo oo
oh, I'm dying

Writer : KRETSCHMER, ROBERT GRANT/DAVIES, IVOR ARTHUR
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing