I... i was born yesterday

And i believe all that you say

I have no choice

I must obey you

Is this the first or the second day

Of the rest of my life?

Well hey

Why should i care either way

If what you say is true?



Saturday morning, 18th of december

I cannot remember

The last time that i saw such a young ballerina

In love with the loveless

In tune with a tuneless old upright piano

Standing en pointe

Going through each position with gentle precision

She measures each movement

Her classical features and elegant waistline

Are going to waste as she pleases her parents









What if they died on the road to rathmines

Where a dog in two minds times his run to perfection

An orphan at last

She'd be sick in the loo-bowl

Then go to the funeral and cry by the graveside

Then she would sleep with the first man she sees

And she'd catch some disease

Which she would give to her doctor

She'd cook her own breakfast and she'd cook his as well

Yeah and they'd both get on swell

Even though he was married



You are a part of me

I am a part of you

Why should i let you walk all over me?

All over me