All the women in Vientiane
would tell you you were number one
like the women in Bangkok
toting up your body's stock
All the men in Tokyo
would tell you all you had to know
if you were to take a bath
all Japan is one sad laugh
oh my love I'm just a stranger
and your eyes are full of danger
how can I get close to you
make you see that I'm real too
better not to fight with me
for all the hatred you might see
were I to forget myself
take the violence off the shelf
all this living in limbo
and all this senselessness we know
's gonna make me blow my top
only you can make me stop
refr.
oh my love make me forget
teach me better things instead
beyond whores and violence
and start making sense
1989.
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