My name is alice, I’m not a boy
Office hours for
After the love has gone
Some kids, only sweet sixteen
Think they’re
American girls stand tall but american boyz
American girls stand tall
Hey yeah
Hey yeah yeah
Oh baby
Hey yeah yeah
Watching you walk away
Right
Someone said that love
Was a double handed glove
But we need
White lines on a dirty mirror
My reflection haunting me
Dead eyes
From Bombay to Bangalore
All the hindus know the score
If you
From Bombay to Bangalore, all the Hindus know the score
If
This is a real addiction, confusion and cheap tattoos
A princess,
Give me time
To realise my crime
Let me love and steal
I
You say that you’re misunderstood
But you like it that way
Then
I never thought you’d feel this way
The way you feel
To the beat to the beat to the baby baby
You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You
Evil is so civilised
Far out across the rooftops
Where the televisions