French Bacon

Have you heard about the new sex, new sex? It's a reason to be nicer to you I see you putting on the brand X spandex Everybody needs someone to do And now I'm living in the middle of your street A living here with aplomb She gets a sneak peek at the meet she's gonna eat And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line With a fridge filled with french bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous mime For which she's commonly mistaken I know her, I knew her I knew she couldn't hang And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line From a device of her own making I'm never good enough at saying all the right things Sometimes I say too much Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings Dying and desperate for your touch And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line With a fridge filled with french bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous mime For which she's commonly mistaken I know her, I knew her I knew she couldn't hang And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line From a device of her own making Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could We define forever, define forever Define forever, define forever, define forever And now she's living in a shack on the fiery line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous mime For which she's commonly mistaken I know her, I knew her I knew she couldn't hang