She Freak - Stephen Duffy

Last night I couldn’t make it

Wasn’t bothered, didn’t think it was a drag

But tonight you’ve hit on something

I’d not recognised as being in my bag

You smoked another cigarette

And threw it from the window to the drain

Below our second floor apartment

Where I live through you, you patiently explain:

«I'm a she freak, a she freak

A she freak, a she freak, he»

Are we all ladykillers?

Casanovas within boundaries?

Out of bounds?

The girl controls seductions obviously

The art of sowing seed on common ground

So I drove into a shop front just to get to you

To get what you deserved

Exclusion from mediocrity

And all their stinking reveries reversed

By a she freak, a she freak

A she freak, a she freak, he

In the pub by Monday lunchtime

Where did the weekend go?

I would like to take you walking

Somewhere I used to know

Who needs lies and who needs intrigue?

We haven’t time to find

You’ve been lying, you’ve been hiding

That you’ve been unkind

Excuse me for talking seriously

These days I know it’s not thought of as polite

But to be yourself, your true self

Is the hardest thing to do and to do right

I was superficial when you met me

A liar and a fraud

I lived rendered in fiction

So why was I the one that you adored?

'Cause I’m a she freak, a she freak

A she freak, a she freak, he