French Bacon

Have you heard about the new sex, new sex?
It's a reason to be nicer to you
I see you putting on the brand X spandex
Everybody needs someone to do

And now I'm living in the middle of your street
A living here with aplomb
She gets a sneak peek at the meet she's gonna eat
And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb

And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line
With a fridge filled with french bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken

I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line
From a device of her own making

I'm never good enough at saying all the right things
Sometimes I say too much
Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings
Dying and desperate for your touch

And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line
With a fridge filled with french bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken

I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line
From a device of her own making

Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good
Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could
We define forever, define forever
Define forever, define forever, define forever

And now she's living in a shack on the fiery line
With a fridge filled with French bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken

I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang