Well the sun came up this morning
Like a burning red balloon
It broke into my window
And it slipped across the room
It spread itself upon me
Like the smell of sweet perfume
I was sleeping like a baby
I'm not a saviour
I'm not a saint
I'm not an angel
I'm not that quaint
Don't need a preacher
To be that wise
Don't need a teacher -
I've got my eyes...
You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me
A history of bitterness
You have left a blazing trail
If you had been a hammer
I'd be a broken nail
You gave me nothing -
Nothing but regrets
Don't think it's over -
It's not over yet
You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me...
And everytime
You try to fool yourself
You've only got yourself
To blame
And every lie you ever
Told yourself
Will all come back to you
One dayShe smiled at me
From the pages of a magazine
Pure fantasy
From an advertising figurine
She's playing she's teasing
She's everything you'd wish for
She's doing it all for you
She sold it all to you
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
Such a picture
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
Such a picture
She knows her place
Switching on the style to fit the face
Down on the sand
She lays untouched by human hand
She's playing she's teasing
She's everything you'd wish for
She's doing it all for you
She sold it all to you
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
Such a picture
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
She's a magazine
Such a picture