Moral

These New Romantics are oh so boring I could swear I've been there once or twice before I should grow wings and just forget the club You know the legends never wanted to be me For too erratic to be O.K. so? If you're concerned well I don't care You play games, you play safe Me I just sighed with relief Matthew's mother. The change disturbs me You've everybody's friend. Age, I suppose Just like religion you're going nowhere Like your so explicit clothes onto the floor On those occasions when everything broke down Including you and me See the boy, see the girl The exhibition is now over