I've got all that i need? All the pretty young things Seem suddenly boring When i look in her eyes All the world is behind Every line on her face Is
they scanned and rhymed And I took your love And all the hurt inside Laid it out on the market stall Agony at a knockdown price Reduced to clear is
scissors And the silver foil I thank God You're so fabulously Odd Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Is