The cab drivers glare
Sullen and swollen
They bake like flies in their pletting cans
And the workmen are howling
They grime and swear
At the flash of white panties
they never thought they'd get
from the girl who spilled her shopping in the road
There was just a tap on the shoulder
and a piece of yesterday
came crashing through the glass roof
of a hothouse
Does my memory serve me right
Was it me or was it you?
Who said, 'our nightmare has come true'
Like the girl who spilled her shopping in the road
Behind your sunglasses
You can look me in the eyes without blinking
If I could see your eyes
Maybe I could tell what you are thinking
I know just what you're thinking
You want whatever's due
When the past comes crashing through
Singing tooreley toorelay toorelay-ay
You get what you want when you can
When there's no easy road
To carry you home
You're the girl who'll stop at nothing in the world
Singing tooreley toorelay toorelay-ay
You get what you want when you can
But there's no easy road
To carry you home
When you're the girl who'll stop at nothing in the world