Simone!
Will you sleep with my friend he's alone
Got some money got no family plans
He's got the mojo and chastity pants
And a blister pack full of romance
Wicked words in perfect fluctuation
They tell me nothing really matters anymore now
And if I do, or if I don't, it's all temporary anyway
In other words
I really don't know what to say
I guess it would be nice if we were lovers
On the way to matrimony
Hold my hand
Pretend I'm the fisherman's bend
On your travelling shoes
Simone
Will you sleep with my friend he's alone
Got some money, got no family plans
If you see him again will you tell him
As long as you're broke that you get what you pay for
Oh god it's really not my intention to make you believe in me
In this world of interventions
I never thought I would boil down to the core of everything I wanted to hide from you
The truth is that I'm scared of everything I sense as real and have you noticed that I'm nervous?
That's because ironic distance only works for those
Who bleed the most now the joke is on me
So tell me what you think of your boyfriend
Is he the kind of boy that you want to be alone with as the emptiness haunts your perfect little masquerade
What is the matter simone, don't you like the attention?
Pulling off the veil of vanity won't scare him away
It's all downhill from here
Simone
Will you sleep with my friend he's alone got some money, got no family plans
He's got the mojo and chasity pants and now he's looking for some love and romance in a mutal beneficial kind of way
But nothing seems to make you get off, simone, let's try another way