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Soft Cell - Insecure Me lyrics
It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? [Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only:] Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure |
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