You could have told me that the sky was made of sand
I’d have tried to understand your theory
So when you tell me that my blood runs green
I take an amitriptyline coz I’m made so queerly
You said I got a jealous head
But your tongue tangles every thread of reason

You’re a liar, liar, dirty liar
I’ve been sucking on your poisonous predictions
You’re a liar, liar, dirty liar
I’ve been swallowing lies and feeding your addiction

You’re done feasting on my adulation
Your creation spits you out
I’m on a mission to be dishing up the dirt
I hope it hurts
Your cheating’s eaten up the pedestal
What a fool, what a fool

You’re a liar, liar……..

Don’t you think my heart is still a’beating for you
Don’t you think my heart is still a’beating fro you

You’re a liar, liar…..

You ripped the skin right off my smile
Stolen kisses
You made a cake out of my heart
Burning wishes
You stirred my sugar sugar
Then drained the cup
And your sorry note
Ain’t no excuse enough

And I’m coming for you honey
I’m gunning for you honey
On the inside like an undertaker
I’m coming for you honey
Gunning for you honey
On your blind side
Like a widow maker

The road unrolls like a black tie
For a hanging
Your bell of liberty has stopped a’clanging
Shine your shoes baby
Shine your shoes
Bring you the bird man
To play you the blues

Cos I’m coming for you honey …

You speak so easy
Sleazy please me words
You won’t tease me no more baby
When you’re kissing dirt

I’m co
I’m coming for you honey …..

Colour doll, paradigm
Figurines of your pantomime
Your hand carved a green oak heart, in multiplicity
You made five fools of me

My Rush, Rush, Russian boy
Playing with your broken toy
I still Love You
So hush, hush, this inner voice
Telling me I have a choice
I still Love my Russian boy…

Flowers bloom, and die
But mine are the hue of the tears I cried
Inside, inside, inside
Blind eyed and like a child

My Rush, Rush, Russian boy
Playing with your broken toy
I still Love You
So hush, hush, this inner voice
Telling me I have a choice
I still Love my Russian boy…

As the girl in me diminishes
I lose all claims to innocence, for you…

My Rush, Rush, Russian boy
Playing with your broken toy
I still Love You
So hush, hush, this inner voice
Telling me I have a choice
I still Love my Russian boy…

My limbs the levers programmed by your libido,
The nuts and bolts of me are screwed and twisted by your ego.
You switch me on to go go go
No quid pro quo
Pump and grind, Pump and grind

I’m just a love machine
I’m a love machine
You laid me on a guillotine
and cut my head off from my heart.
I’m a love machine, I’m just a love machine
And baby you’re the libertine
Playing with my body parts
I’m a love machine….

You love to override your rapture contraption,
Corrupt my hard drive for your satisfaction
Hit the hot key..
Try to stop, try to stop me…
NO don’t you stop me, stop me
STOP ME!

I’m just a love machine
I’m a love machine
You laid me on a guillotine
and cut my head off from my heart.
I’m a love machine, I’m just a love machine
And baby you’re the libertine
Playing with my body parts
I’m a love machine….

System failure. Reconfigure your input device……

I’m just a love machine
I’m a love machine
You laid me on a guillotine
and cut my head off from my heart.
I’m a love machine, I’m just a love machine
And baby you’re the libertine
Playing with my body parts
I’m a love machine….

I got blue notes
For a sad piano
A honey tongue so sweet
I got a black eye
For a green eye
So I’m looking to my feet

In my red shoes,
Won’t drag me through the mud,
I got red shoes,
The colour of your blood
My red shoes

I got gold rings
Empty fingers
Foxy silver man, so sly,
Ain’t no White knight
This black night
I’ll take a dragon ride

In my red shoes,
Won’t drag me through the mud,
I got red shoes,
The colour of your blood
In my red shoes,
Won’t drag me through the mud,
I got red shoes,
The colour of your blood

Chantal says I gotta keep my shoes on
If I wanna stay in her club

In my red shoes,
Won’t drag me through the mud,
I got red shoes,
The colour of your blood
In my red shoes,
Won’t drag me through the mud,
I got red shoes,
The colour of your blood