Baby, What You Want Me to Do
With a fistful of dreams and dimes
So far out I didn't know that I was in
Had a taste for a life of slime
When push came to shove
Music was the drug
And the band always got to play
Sex, smack, rock, roll, mainline, overdose
Man, we lived it night and day
We love our mott the hoople
It kept us all so enraged
And you loved us, and you loved us, and you loved us
We're so fucking beautiful
Pretty little poison apples
See the scars tattooed on our face
It's our disgrace
Pretty little poison apples
Mam
Belle of the Ball
Words and music by Roddy Frame
When you're the belle of the ball
It's hard to fall
And sacrifice your status for a fool
But all your apparatus and your charm
Can never cool the still, still waters
Or warm the chilling air
When you're the belle of the ball
And your gown's a-shining
And your underlining all my thoughts
Why give yourself to he who has the lot?
I have something to declare
Sensing when to smile
It's like predicting miles...
You'll never know
To kiss and then caress
Could crease your party dress...
And spoil the show
So the belle of the ball
Will bow to protocol
Misfortune won't befall her she's the star
She'll glide into the night
Beneath her guiding light
She'll suffer every slight and heed the call
But it's alright, it's alright
She's the belle of the ball