To some words mean everything To me its all in the music
You see Abc gave me that Lexicon of love And I could only Imagine what Lennon thought Yet Pulp gave it all for the Common people But Bowie was my Hero Good old Amadeus Rocked me at parties and Boy George never hurt me as my Enigma would always return me to innocence Whilst at the back of my mind I would Muse to thinking Time is running out