Sz�nk�dok: Nicola, Nadine, Cheryl, Kimberley, Sarah

Spike heels and skin tight jeans, I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans, I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans, I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans, I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Come, baby, come, you know what I mean
And the drumbeat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

We should be getting it on
Fly DJ's playing my song
Why don't you take me head on?
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
You dream of touching me there

Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my philosophy
I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say

N-n-n-n-n-n-no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could k-k-k-k-k-k-k-killed my reputation
I don't do heavy loads
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more conversations
You c-c-c-c-c-c-can't carve up the world
It's a dangerous occupation
T-t-t-t-t-t-t-talking to a girl

I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
But you're fascinated

I'm complicated
Out the bedroom
Down the stairs
And I celebrate it
Along the carpet
No one cares
You tell me you hate it
On the table
Onto the floor
But you're fascinated
It's procreation
And nothing more

D-d-d-d-dance if you want, till the dirty is done 'cause we're stars in the dead of the night
But if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun and you can, I'm gonna put up a fight
And you can d-d-d-d-d-dance if you want til you fall out of space and you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face, don't push my love too far

I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans, I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby
Come, baby, come, you know what I mean
And the drumbeat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
And the drumbeat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul