Marc Almond Saint Judy
Saint Judy She's staggering across the floor Saint Judy Behaving like a whore Saint Judy She's giving it all the tears She tears her dress Looks a mess Well I've wanted to do it for years Well I've wanted to do it for years Now I had a dream Well, more a fantasy Kip Noll, John Holmes and me All in bed we were going O.T.T. What a sight to see What a sight to see Well a diva a day Keeps the boredom away I love 'em when they throw up their arms And they bathe in that applause Shouting Screaming Singing Stamping Slamming hotel doors Champagne chilled And the pills well spilled All wide eyes And overkill Minks The drinks The curves The kinks Always acts before she thinks Well that's what you call a star boys That's what you call a star Too many of my skeletons In other people's closets Too many people taking Without leaving deposits Too many people bringing me down Bringing me down Well they may find me on a hotel floor High heels in a pool of gore Curtains closed And a bolted door Breaking every law And if I die before I wake up I pray the Lord don't smudge my make-up The dress will be fine when the hem I take up The dress will be just fine Sometimes I feel like a moral-less child Sometimes I feel that I've gone too wild Spilled my guts Done myself in Died for a multitude of sins It feels good to die for your sins It feels so good So good boys Well, let's all put on our sequinned dresses And end it all in tears Lets all holler and beat our breasts Ending it all in tears Christ I've wanted to do this for years Saint Judy What are we going to wear? Saint Judy Our souls we're gonna bear Saint Judy She's squeezing out those tears She tears her dress Looks a mess Christ I've wanted to do this for years
