David Bowie Janine
Oh my love,Janine I'm helpless for your smile. Like a Polish wanderer, I travel onwards to your land. And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your hand Your strange demand To 'collocate' my mind Scares me into gloom. You're too intense, I'll have to keep you in your place. I've no defence. I've got to keep the veil on my face. Janine,Janine,you'd like to know me well, But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face. Janine,Janine,you'd like to crash my walls, But if you take an axe to me You'll kill another man Not me at all. You're fey, Janine, A tripper to the last. But if I catch you standing on my toes I'll have a right to shout you down. For you're a lazy stream In which my thoughts would drown. So stay, Janine And we can glide along. I've caught your for laughs, I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year. So take your glasses off And don't act so sincere. Janine,Janine,you'd like to know me well, But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face. Janine,Janine,you'd like to crash my walls, But if you take an axe to me You'll kill another man Not me at all.
