One, two! If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat. It shakes and shivers in fright; You always need to call Mother, she hates your guts. She knows that you love her so she holds you tight all through the night until the broad day light. But when she doesn't come home you have to sleep alone. Then you wet your bed and I think that's sad for a girl of nineteen. It's more than sad; it's obscene! One, two! And your girlfriend's sweet little seventeen She's got her layered hair And her flared jeans You know what that means She's just a little pretty She shares your London flat She thinks her bloke knows where it's at Although he stinks And when it rains you wears your hat One, two! And you think it's 'bout time that you died And died in peace So you decide on suicide You tried but you never quite carried it out You only wanted to die in order to show how And if you think it's gonna bleed all over me you're even wronger than you know. Let it be And the only things you wanna see are kitsch The only thing you wanna be is rich Your little pain; a body knows things that twitch I know you know you're just a little b*tch! One, two!