Simone!

SIMONE

Simone!

Will you sleep with my friend he's alone
Got some money got no family plans
He's got the mojo and chastity pants
And a blister pack full of romance

Wicked words in perfect fluctuation
They tell me nothing really matters anymore now
And if I do, or if I don't, it's all temporary
anyway,
In other words,
I really don't know what to say

I guess it would be nice if we were lovers
On the way to matrimony
Hold my hand,
pretend I'm the fisherman's bend
On your travelling shoes

Simone!

Will you sleep with my friend he's alone
Got some money, got no family plans
If you see him again
will you tell him
As long as you're
broke that you
get what you
pay for

Oh God it's really not my intention
to make you
believe in me
in this world of interventions

I never thought I would boil down to the core
of everything I wanted to hide from you
The truth is that I'm scared of everything I sense as real

and have you noticed that I'm nervous?

That's because
ironic distance
only works for those
who bleed the most
now the joke is on me

So tell me what you think of your boyfriend

Is he the kind of boy that you
want to be alone with

as the emptiness haunts your perfect little masquerade

What is the matter Simone,
don't you like the attention?
Pulling off the veil of vanity
won't scare him
away
It's all downhill from here

Simone!

Will you sleep with my friend he's alone
got some money, got no family plans
He's got the mojo and chasity pants
and now he's looking for some love and romance
in a mutal
beneficial
kind of way

But nothing seems to make you get off, Simone
let's try another way

Simone!