Strange Currencies [Live From The National Bowl, Milton Keynes / 1995]

"Alright, you're in high school And uhm, you got bad hair and bad skin And nobody wants to go out with you And you don't have a date to the high school prom And this is your song, sweet sixteen" I don't know why you're mean to me When I call on the telephone And I don't know what you mean to me But I wanna turn you on Turn you up, figure you out I wanna take you on These words, you will be mine These words, you will be mine All the time "The fool" might be my middle name But I'd be foolish not to say I'm gonna make whatever it takes Ring you up, call you down, sign your name Secret love, make it rhyme I'll take you there and make you mine These words, you will be mine These words, you will be mine All the time, and oh I tripped and fell, did I fall What I want to feel I want to feel it now You know with love comes strange currencies And here is my appeal I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance A fourth chance, a word, a signal A nod, a little breath Just to fool myself, to catch myself And make it real, real These words, you will be mine These words, you will be mine All the time, and oh These words, you will be mine These words They haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat Make me pray, to say love's confines, oh They haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat Make me pray, to say love's confines, oh