I would say I'm sorryIf I thought that it would change your mindBut I know that this timeI have said too much, been too unkind I try to laugh about itCover it all up with liesI try to laugh about itHiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cryBoys don't cry I would break down at your feetAnd beg forgiveness, plead with youBut I know that it's too lateAnd now there's nothing I can do So I try to laugh about itCover it all up with liesI try to laugh about itHiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cryBoys don't cry I would tell you that I loved youIf I thought that you would stayBut I know that it's no useThat you've already gone away Misjudged your limitsPushed you too farTook you for grantedI thought that you needed me more, more, more Now I would do most anythingTo get you back by my sideBut I just keep on laughingHiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cryBoys don't cryBoys don't cry

Plastic passion is a hard to handlePlastic passion is a sold out scandalOh, it's a plastic passionOh, it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies loverPlastic passion is the marble motherOh, it's a plastic passionOh, it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a diamond delightPlastic passion is the nadir of nightOh, it's a plastic passionOh, it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a hycoscine heartPlastic passion is a transparent tartOh, it's a plastic passionOh, it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a gold guaranteeThis plastic passion is murdering meOh, it's a plastic passionOh, it's a plastic passion

10:15 on a Saturday nightAnd the tap drips under the strip lightAnd I'm sitting in the kitchen sinkAnd the tap drips Drip drip drip... Waiting for the telephone to ringAnd I'm wondering where she's beenAnd I'm crying for yesterdayAnd the tap drips Drip drip drip... It's always the same

We sit in the same roomSide by sideI give you the wrong linesFeed you AccuracyAccuracy Look into my eyesWe both smileI kill youWithout trying That'sAccuracyAccuracyAccuracy Practice all day for accuracy Mirror on the wall

YeahCake icing andDecorating setSpecial offerOnly 3 pound 30Save 1 pound 52 on recommended retail priceGive your cakes and pies a professional lookWith this superb decorating set I'm not meant to be here butSo whatAnd nobody'sNobody's taken your placeNobody's taken your place Each set includesA turntableA nine inch icing bagWith six high definition nozzles and adaptorAnd a fifteen inch food decorating bagWith three piping nozzlesPlease send off this leafletPost it today And if you knewNothing could replace youIf you were saneYour heart wouldn't acheBut so whatSo whatSo what Order nowAllow twenty one daysFor deliveryOffer closes31st december 1979 British sugar bureauWhen I told you what IAnd IAnd I wouldn't ask you to pretendThat we were oneAnd still another timeForget all the liesForgive me the woundsAnd all the world was used to loveAnd yes we'd still be happy in another timeBut so whatSo what So please send me icing and decorating setsI enclose a cheque and postal order number So whatSo what

Don't say what you meanYou might spoil your faceIf you walk in the crowdYou won't leave any traceIt's always the sameYou're jumping someone else's train It won't take you longTo learn the new smileYou have to adaptOr you'll be out of styleIt's always the sameYou're jumping someone else's train If you pick up on it quickYou can say you were thereAgain and again and againYou're jumping someone else's train It's the latest waveThat you've been craving forThe old ideal was getting such a boreNow you're back in lineGoing not quite quite as farBut in half the timeEveryone's happyThey're finally all the sameBecause everyone's jumpingEverybody else's train Jumping someone else's trainJumping someone else's trainJumping someone else's train

Standing on a beachWith a gun in my handStaring at the seaStaring at the sandStaring down the barrelAt the Arab on the groundSee his open mouthBut hear no sound I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an Arab I can turn and walk awayOr I can fire the gunStaring at the skyStaring at the sunWhichever I chooseIt amounts to the same Absolutely nothing I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an Arab Feel the steel butt jumpSmooth in my handStaring at the seaStaring at the sandStaring at myselfReflected in the eyes ofThe dead man on the beach The dead manOn the beach I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an Arab

Midnight in the subwayShe's on her way homeShe tries hard not to runBut she feels she's not aloneEchoes of footsteps follow close behindBut she dare not turn aroundTurn around

Slowly fading blueThe eastern hollowsCatch the dying sunThe night time followsSilent and blackMirror poolMirrors are the lonely placeWhere I meet you See your headIn the fading lightThrough the darkYour eyes shine bright We burn like fireBurn like fire in CairoBurn like fireBurn like fire in Cairo Shifting crimson veilSilken hipsSlide under my handSwollen lipsWhisper my nameAnd I yearnYou take me in your armsAnd start to burn F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O Then the heat disappearsAnd the mirror fades away F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O Burn like fireBurn like fire in CairoBurn like a fire in CairoBurn like a fire, fire, fireBlaze like a fire in CairoBlaze like fire, fire, fireFlareWe burn like fireBurn like fire in Cairo

No lightNo peopleNo speakNo peopleNo carsNo peopleNo foodNo people StoppedShortGrinding haltEverything's coming to a grinding halt No soundNo peopleNo clocksNo peopleNo fineNo peopleNo meNo people StoppedShortGrinding haltEverything's coming to a grinding haltEverything's coming to a grinding halt Slow downSlow downNo peopleSlow down Everything's coming to aEverything's coming to aEverything's coming to aEverything's coming to a