I could hang about and burn my fingers. I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start. You think I'm faultless to a 't'. My manner set impeccably. But underneath I am the same as you. I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy. But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor. I feel like dancing on my own. Where no one knows me and where I. Can cause offence just by the way I look. And when I come to blows. When I am numbering my foes. Just hope that you are on my side my dear. But it's best to finish as it started. With my face head down. Just staring at the brown formica. It's safer not to look around. I can't hide my feelings from you now. There's too much love to go around these days.. You say I've got another face. That's not a fault of mine these days. I'm brutal honest and afraid of you. It's safer not to look around. There's no hide my feelings from you now. But too much love to go around these days. You say I've got another face. That's not a fault of mine these days. I'm honest brutal and afraid of you