Marc Almond - Anarcoma Lyrics
A stiletto scrapes the pavementLeaving a red streak of paintBreaks a sweat upon the sailorsTo them she is a saintTattoo on the muscleThat saysin love forever iShell take them and shell break themOh come hold me till I die.Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcomaTheres a ladder in her nylonsWhere we can climb up to the starsJoin a queue of borsalinosAs you bend over the barTattoo on her muscle saysbeware, behave, be mineShell eat them up for breakfastOne at a timeAnarcoma, anarcoma, anarcomaWell come on if you need lovingPirondelllo dont be shyIt just takes a little moneyAnd well get there by and byFor Ive got a little moreThan any other girlYou pay a little extraFor a trip around the worldAnd if the world is not enoughThen Ill take you to the skyPut you in an armholdBlacken both your eyesFor youll find no other womanThat will love you like I doIll just open up the oven doorAnd leave the cooking up to youAnarcoma, anarcoma, anarcomaAnd she took me to her roomThat had never seen the lightThose sheets had seen a legionAnd she beat me up all nightAnd over morning coffeeShe shook her black hair from its messHer lips a gash of lipstickAnd she sucks a cigaretteAnarcoma, anarcoma, anarcomaI could be yoursYou could be mineYou could be mine
