watch me! watch me!   the belle of the ball   my heart, my hand and everything I own      and we are the boys   with new shiny shoes   we’ve seen ‘em all   and we’ve chosen you   now no one will find your limit      girls from Roedean   girls from Shipley   girls from Hounslow   girls from Whitby   you’re a candied queen   and let me show my darling what that means      watch me! watch me!   hatch me! hatch me!   a girl before   bouncing round behind the bedroom doors      and we are the boys   who’ll drape you in jewels   cut off your hair   and throw out your shoes   cause baby, you won’t need them, where you’ll be      girls astride me   girls beneath me   girls before me   girls between me   you’re birthing machines   and let me show my darling what that means      hatch me! hatch me!   and baby, turns out I’m evil   in all my dreams, girls who’ll clothe me   girls who’ll feed me   girls who want me   girls who need me   all you pretty things waiting for somebody   number my babies and my broken body