Lyrics
B-side: Fried (Sunday Sunday)
Oh you are very strange Sometimes I think you've gone insane Twisted hearts you've gone insane In this giddy world Couldn't you begin to go Where odd lines we hardly know Couldn't you put in a goal Just for me Did I say I want to know Talking about a goal Would you please leave me alone Can't you see I want to be on my own Oh I would like to give you your head Just to see if you are dead Oh I'd like to get into that pretty head And it would amuse me to see How you feel about me How you feel about always getting fried Did I say I wan to know We're talking about a goal Would you please leave me alone Can't you see I want to be on my own Can't you see I want to be on my own Did I say I wan to know We're talking about a goal Would you please leave me alone Can't you see I want to be on my own Can't you see I want to be on my own Oh I'm going to fry Oh I'm going to fry Oh I'm going to fry |