Life on mars

I'm a poor excuse for a man, with you

Forgotten the plan

Can't go on in love with you

Is there life on mars

All those candy bars

Just make me ill don't fulfil

I'd like to be you

Can you hold my hand

It's in the pan, next to your nightie's

My hearts in my mouth, I'd like to go South

Except on Friday's

Is there life next door

I can't tell no more

Maybe they're dead, in bed

Or in your heart dear

Can you hold my hand

It's in the pan, next to your nightie's

My hearts in my mouth I'd like to go South

Except on Friday's

Is there life next door

I can't tell no more

Just make me ill, don't fulfil

Maybe they're dead, in bed

I'd like to heart you

I'd like to be you