Róisín Murphy Follow

Those rubber bullets don't bounce off you?
Oh, in cry, hear it in stereo

I'll cry after everything is done and dusted
I may convince bold and original
Forgive, what's that for
When you're heading for the dance floor?

I'm here, goin' deep with those climb downs
Branding me a heretic, kind of infant terrible
I risk, I take it to the brink of it
Drop you like a hot potato, everybody turn a hater

If you hear what your body says, learn body language
If I could speak, I'd call your name, oh
If I could hear what your body says, I wouldn't change it
If you speak over to me, oh

Between false and tragedy lies
A human emotion for hoping it'll turn out alright
Ah, dickens, thicker now than chicken soup
And the way that you turn it will take you to the end of the line

But learn, speak it, that body language
Definition of wordplay, conditional love
You can't contemplate, impossible to separate
One from the other, your mother's sister's brother's lover

If you hear what your body says, learn body language
If I could speak, I'd call your name, oh
If I could hear what your body says, I wouldn't change it
If you speak over to me, oh

Tied up for the foreseeable future
Had ended in the seventies science fiction motion picture
Back in the day, don't cut it now anyway
Quite a different animal, don't you'd wish you'd had a mission?

If you hear what your body says, learn body language
If I could speak, I'd call your name, oh
If I could hear what your body says, I wouldn't change it
If you speak over to me, oh

If you hear what your body says, learn body language
If I could speak, I'd call your name, oh

Those rubber bullets don't bounce off you?
Oh, in cry, hear it in stereo