People Like You

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 way. of 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 myself. myself 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 smile. what does this,
what does this, what does this smile, what does this, what does this,
what does this smile… do 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 people. people like you.
people like you. well do people like you, like their not supposed to
well I… said I… oh I… know so many people like you.