Self Portrait

Oh I am very very sad

I like kissing my own lips

Just like michael i'm completely mad

I like sex at my own pace

I, this nation's narcissus, laureate

I like mirrors in bedrooms mirrors in bedrooms

Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)

I wanna walk cute down the streets of soho

Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)

I wanna walk down the streets

Oh slow d-r-e-a-m your life away for twenty-four hours

T-e-a-s-e the girls, i say try it for one day

Dressed in white crimply white like a bride

Like a lamb to the slaughter

Your son and your daughter

Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)

I wanna walk cute down the streets soho

Take me out to the bright lights (let's go)

I wanna walk down the streets

Oh slow just another fake cockney - ah!