Paroles de She Sells

Now you're talking in headlines Up to the minute and free Stop press, hold the front page Up as a mirror Are you reading me? Watch you walking in waltz time A jigsaw puzzle in tune Or are you faking a straight line To suit yourself too soon Rather nouveau than never Contemporary ideal Some natural kind of poet might slow it But she sells more my speed She sells country and modern Ancient western song Of oriental confusion You so right, me so wrong Now you're fixing to fly me- Auto-erotic, please, On the break that you're gliding. Your lingerie's a gift-wrap Slip it to me Nine till five The daily grind Made-up lies Make up my mind Same machine consuming you Consuming you Oh why She sells I need Oh why love why She sells I need.