LOVE IN A CELEBRITY CLIMATE

after To Whom it May Concern by Adrian Mitchell

I was destroyed by the press again this morning
couldn’t say if I was the reason for the nation yawning
so coat my nose in cocaine
tell me lies about falling in love.

Woke up yet more famous and it hurts like hell
knowing the price of a kiss is a story to sell
so stuff my mouth with caviar
coat my nose in cocaine
tell me lies about falling in love.

Every single time I break my vow of silence
some bitter ex-lover accuses me of violence
so chain my arms with velvet
stuff my mouth with caviar
coat my nose in cocaine
tell me lies about falling in love.

It’s words that seem to hurt me most, not sticks or even stones
the architect who built my fame has lined it with my bones
so bob my liver in vodka
chain my arms with velvet
stuff my mouth with caviar
coat my nose in cocaine
tell me lies about falling in love.

What were you doing when I fell from grace?
Watching age and anger entrench my face.
So smear my body with aspic
bob my liver in vodka
chain my arms with velvet
stuff my mouth with caviar
coat my nose in cocaine
tell me lies about falling in love.

You put your PR people in, you take some pop star out
you wake your genitalia and you shake it all about
so scrub my skin with charity work
smear my body with aspic
bob my liver in vodka
chain my arms with velvet
stuff my mouth with caviar
coat my nose in cocaine
tell me lies about falling in love.