from suede newsletter june 1993

@SONG: DOLLY

See my dolly she's over there, see her grooving on down,
Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts,
Taught my baby the alphabet, ABC don't let you down,
Dressed in thought we are set in jet, the jet set messing us around.

I'm so, so down, are you never coming round.
So, so down, are you never coming round.

See my dolly on 3 wheels yeah, see her grooving on down,
Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts,
Bought my baby an ambulance, driving her mad around town,
She'll take the hand of a lovely man in dogshit land.

We're so, so down, are you never coming round.

So, so down, are you never coming round.


@SONG: HIGH RISING

You'll hide among the lovers and wave as the aeroplanes go by,
There's nothing to say when you sleep all day, but "bye-bye".

Your mind will find another, and that's where the days have gone,
And all you can hear is a stereo somewhere playing a pig-of-a-song

And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.

She called you from across the city, you hired a car to crawl,
But with the high rise still in your eyes you wonder who's out there at all.

And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.

Stop making me older, start making me new.

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li21rk@surrey.ac.uk
..we are a boy we are a girl..