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Farther away

Can’t understand a thing you’re saying

Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away

Farther away

And I don’t like the games you’re playing

Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away

Somehow you’re in the bedroom and she’s in a neglige

Putting on a record by Valerie Dore

Then she lies back on the mattress and she lights a cigarette

And she asks you quite politely if you’d rather be inbed

And you wonder what she’s taken, and you wonder if she’s straight

And the other men she’s brought here, did she treat them all the same?

And listening to the record by Valerie Dore

You drift away

Farther away

Can’t understand a thing you’re saying

Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away

Farther away

And I don’t like the games you’re playing

Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away

She still seems strangely distant though you’re lying there so close

Tangled in the satin sheets, taking off her clothes

There’s a disco in the distance, and the drugs are kicking in

And you feel a bit self-conscious cos your body looks so thin

And you notice then quite suddenly through unexpected tears

That her eyes are metropolitan, like Amanda Lear’s

And listening to the record by Valerie Dore

You drift away