You're window shoppin', just window shoppin' You're only lookin' around You're not buyin', you're just tryin' To find the best deal in town You give away your kisses but you never give your heart To anyone who's fool enough to fall You don't feel love, you don't want real love You're window shoppin', that's all You're window shoppin', just window shoppin' You're only lookin' around You're not buyin', you're just tryin' To find the best deal in town You give away your kisses but you never give your heart To anyone who's fool enough to fall You don't feel love, you don't want real love You're window shoppin', that's all

I live in the Merchant City, drive a 4x4 I eat M&S, it tastes of nothing Oh I taste of nothing I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London thoughts I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London thoughts So I'm shopping, shopping for blood Oh I'm shopping, shopping for blood So I'm shopping, shopping for blood Oh I'm shopping, shopping for... It's leather for leisure and a velcro for sport It's a first appearance and a new suit for court It's leather for leisure and a velcro for sport It's a first appearance and a new suit for court Hi There (shopping for blood) I agree Oh, Hi there! I'm shopping (shopping for blood) Oh, I agree I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London thoughts I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub media thoughts So I'm shopping, shopping for blood Oh I'm shopping, shopping for blood So I'm shopping, shopping for blood Oh I'm shopping, shopping for... It's leather for leisure and a velcro for sport It's a first appearance and a new suit for court It's leather for leisure and a velcro for sport It's a first appearance and a new suit for court

頂著藍色月亮 走在回憶長廊 那一樣的月光照過我們緊握的手掌 問題沒有答案 轉了多少個彎 你還簽了名在我心上 不能遺忘 就算時間能沖淡了憂傷 想對你說的再也無法講 淡淡心酸 我的心還為你留一扇窗 等你想起我回來看一看 自由屬於你 愛你就該放手讓你去想去的地方 怎麼能相信我們已走散 不會再停站 希望已風幹 一樣的月光 冷冷的照在 兩個人不重疊的路上 你的心是否也有一扇窗 寂寞時也會擡頭看一看 當時的月光 後來是否也出現在你想念的心上 像我一樣 無處可藏 藍色月光 淡淡心酸

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway