C'mon darling, where's the love?   What thought exactly were you thinking of?   Your smile's as snide as an immigrant's pass   You dress to impress but you ain't built to last      C'mon darling where's the love?   You can't salivate, you can't bleed blood   Your boons are well dressed and    Your tan's well applied   But the better you look, girl, the less that I'll find   Fault lines and fractures    Disposible limbs   Horses for corses    And fucking machines      C'mon darling where's the love?   What thought exactly were you thinking of?   One for your master or one for your maid,   One that you kept for a spare just in case      C'mon darling, where's the love?   C'mon darling, where's the love?   Where's the love      The face of another young virgin's been caked   Sylvia Pankhurst turns in her grave   It's all for the sake of a trip to the sink   Where she's hog-tied and handcuffed   And dares not to blink      C'mon darling, where's the love?