Electric Six - 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, Living here with aplomb, She gets a sneak-peek at the meat she's gonna eat, And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb And now she's living in a shack on a firing 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 firing 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 defying forever, defying forever, Defying forever, defying forever, defying forever! And now she's living in a shack on the firing 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