piggy in the middle

i'm alone

i'm not with you

when i get in at night the many facets of the conversation

roll around inside my head

who's going with who?

who's going with you?

you are the girl who for a twist plays ventriloquist

to other boys line up to be your pooch

but if i draw a circle and i walk around it

you're the piggy in the middle

i love my little pig until it hurts

i want to dance

give the boy a chance

i want to lose myself in 1986

the darkened cinematic days of love and trance

your crisp white tee - shirt

rock a bill eee - hurts

an army of affected youth

they're cute in boots

i look at her the girl is looking back at me

and with a thought that cuts me

she will turn and curtsey to her rockabilly boyfriend

it's too late the damage done

i will catch them on the stairs

i'm like a bad smell that stays

they will turn round and see me

they will kiss stroke and feel

just for the benefit: the boy voyeur

his camera makes up for what he's lost

you know i know you're the queen

but when there's nothing to rule

who is the fool?

wait for spring

i want to sing

sleep is a drag love is the drug flu is the bug

i got my bag it's full of stuff i want to bring

there is a club

there is a girl

give her the secret sign that i'll be there

a little clue

maybe she'll pick it up

maybe she'll pass

but i go into the building and she's over by the bar

and by the time they play new order

she is over in the corner

and she's telling me stuff

i think she feels pretty rough

she has to lean on her shoulder

she is drunk

i am sober

and i take her confession

it's the coolest little session of the month

as i take her confession

i confess i got my hand under her blouse