Criminal World - David Bowie

You never told me of your other faces

You were the widow of a wild cat

And now I know about your special kisses

And I know you know where that’s at

I guess I recognise your destination

I think I see beneath your make-up

What you want is sort of separation

This is no ordinary

This is no ordinary

(Ah, ah, ah)

What a criminal world

The boys are like baby-faced girls

What a criminal girl

She’ll show you where to shoot your gun

What a typical mother’s son

The only thing that she enjoys

Is a criminal world

Where the girls are like baby-faced boys

You’ve got a very heavy reputation

But no-one knows about your low-life

I know a way to find a situation

And hold a candle to your high-life disguise

You caught me kneeling at your sister’s door

That was no ordinary stick-up

I’m well aware just what you’re looking for

I am no ordinary

I am no ordinary

(Ah, ah, ah)

What a criminal world

The boys are like baby-faced girls

What a criminal girl

She’ll show you where to shoot your gun

What a typical mother’s son

The only thing that she enjoys

Is a criminal world

Where the girls are like baby-faced boys