Sometimes I feel I've got to run away I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere And I'
Fr..fr...fr...frustration! Frustration Frustration I have life Ordinary wife I have car A favourite bar I have job A moderate wage I get the pains That
Trying to please All these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The Moon) I see their faces looking so empty saying I hope that they'll
Sleazy city Seedy films Breathing so heavy Next to my neighbour Let's get acquainted Getting to know you Feeling sleazy In seedy sin city Feeling sleazy
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain that you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I
Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out Well I was there before I sit in a corner Sit
Youth has gone I heard you say It doesn't matter Anyway Don't hide the photos Or turn off the lights I'm quite sure we've both seen Funnier sights You
Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would
Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor The memories of the night before Out in club land having fun And
In your little black book You've got the names And the favourite persuasions Of the people in the headlines I'm in there under A And I'm rated under
