Shabby
Debbie Harry's glamour
With a heart made out of stone
You got no room for clothing
'cause your closets always full of bones
You've sown pain and anger
In the lives of everyone you've known
You talk about yourself so loud
Just so no one can hear the moans
You've got all the smartest gear
You're dressed to the nines
Your make-up is perfect
But you're shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
You're dressed to impress
But you're shabby on the inside
You've left behind a trail
Of broken hearts and broken homes
But time is gaining fast
And your steps are getting mighty slow
One day your victims
Will get a clue like Sherlock Holmes
And what will you be left with
After your good looks finally go?
You've got all the smartest gear
You're dressed to the nines
Your make-up is perfect
But you're shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
You're dressed to impress
But you're shabby on the inside
Debbie Harry's glamour
With a heart made out of stone
You got no room for clothing
'cause your closets always full of bones
You've sown pain and anger
In the lives of everyone you've known
You talk about yourself so loud
Just so no one can hear the moans
You've got all the smartest gear
You're dressed to the nines
Your make-up is perfect
But you're shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
You're dressed to impress
But you're shabby on the inside
With a heart made out of stone
You got no room for clothing
'cause your closets always full of bones
You've sown pain and anger
In the lives of everyone you've known
You talk about yourself so loud
Just so no one can hear the moans
You've got all the smartest gear
You're dressed to the nines
Your make-up is perfect
But you're shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
You're dressed to impress
But you're shabby on the inside
You've left behind a trail
Of broken hearts and broken homes
But time is gaining fast
And your steps are getting mighty slow
One day your victims
Will get a clue like Sherlock Holmes
And what will you be left with
After your good looks finally go?
You've got all the smartest gear
You're dressed to the nines
Your make-up is perfect
But you're shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
You're dressed to impress
But you're shabby on the inside
Debbie Harry's glamour
With a heart made out of stone
You got no room for clothing
'cause your closets always full of bones
You've sown pain and anger
In the lives of everyone you've known
You talk about yourself so loud
Just so no one can hear the moans
You've got all the smartest gear
You're dressed to the nines
Your make-up is perfect
But you're shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
Shabby on the inside
You're dressed to impress
But you're shabby on the inside
Credits
Writer(s): Gerrard Lindsay
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