Tall Dwarfs Follow

An old lady takes a bow
The lovers whisper, "What a cow." 

And touch each other with their hands
Outside they snigger at the sight 

Of drunk men sleeping in the light 

That shines on public transport stands


Chorus

I want to screw you

I wish I could get through to you
There's nothing more that I want out of you
I want to own you

Just for one day enthrone you

And give all of my hollowness to you

And so they drink two cans of beer 

His face assumes a practised leer 

He takes his jacket off and sighs
She knows the next thing to be played

She says, "Forget it, let's get laid

I've had a million other guys."

Chorus
They screw, they come, and lie replete 

They cast their shadows on the street 

And look away into the air
They're not in love or so it seems 

They stare at false exclusive dreams

They think of ways to do their hair