I want a girl to make a mess. To do no wrong she must confess. And then perhaps hitch up her dress. 'Cos when the flashbulbs explode. She's such a sensitive soul.... I want a girl who is helpless and frail. Who won't pull on my ponytail. I want a girl who has no past. She's made up now. But that won't last. 'Cos when she sits on my knee. And then she whispers to me. "Can't you see. I could be. I could be. Your spooky girlfriend". The broken toys are all scattered in the attic. Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic. While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric. And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup. I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt. Picture you wit innocence and hurt. The shutter closes. Exposes the shot. she says "Are you looking up my skirt?". When you say "No". She says "Why not?". I want a girl to turn my screw. To wind my watch to buckle my shoe. And if she won't her mother will do. But when she does as she's told. We'll all turn platinum and gold. But when she sits on my knee. I hear her whispers to me. "Can't you see?.