[00:00:26] And maybe you're the Circle Line girl [00:00:30] Trying so hard not to let on you know [00:00:33] I'm looking at the way your toes poke out through your sandals [00:00:37] At funny angles to your feet [00:00:40] And how you know it turns me on [00:00:45] Or maybe you're the Spanish girl [00:00:47] Playing with your hair as you wait for your friend [00:00:50] In that wild octagon of mirrors the Tate calls a coffee shop [00:00:55] And I can smell that hair from here [00:00:58] And I can see from eight different angles [00:01:01] The way your nipples look through that thin black cotton top [00:01:05] Reflected to infinity [00:01:08] And oh God it's places like that and purple tipped prose like this [00:01:14] That's going to hemorrhage me girl [00:01:18] Ooo it's true: [00:01:22] Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you [00:01:30] Or maybe you're the bay window girl [00:01:32] In Wandsworth Town in ripped jeans and open Venetians [00:01:39] Painting the difficult corner of an empty room [00:01:42] White under a naked bulb [00:01:45] Leaning across the bar at the top of your stepladder [00:01:47] At the precise moment I'm passing on the steep street [00:01:51] At the bottom of your garden in the gathering night [00:01:56] Voyeur's delight [00:02:03] Ooo it's true: [00:02:07] Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you [00:02:13] Or maybe you're the foundation painter [00:02:15] At the Central School looking so fine boned [00:02:18] I could carry you home in your portfolio case [00:02:21] Laced up gently so you won't cry out on the bus [00:02:24] And give the game away [00:02:26] Tied up lightly because girl [00:02:27] How could I knowingly injure someone [00:02:29] With your perfect lips and wrists your exquisite structure [00:02:35] Oh little acrylic painter I can kiss eggshells I can be ginger [00:02:42] All the critics say I'm such a sensitive singer [00:02:54] Ooo it's true: [00:02:57] Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you [00:03:04] And maybe you're listening to my voice now [00:03:06] On your Walkman or your bedsit Dansette [00:03:08] Letting my songs slip into you on this quiet night [00:03:12] In with your pads of doodles and your fingers full of pencils [00:03:15] And low tar cigarettes [00:03:17] And the music's light and pleasant so you hardly notice [00:03:20] What I'm singing about in Paper Wraps Rock [00:03:23] And Murderers the Hope of Women [00:03:25] My voice is just a sound that pleases you [00:03:27] That enters you and leaves you just the same [00:03:31] And that's how I want it to stay because you know [00:03:38] Ooo it's true: [00:03:42] Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you [00:03:49] But some of those were bitter records [00:03:51] Records which accuse women girls like you [00:03:53] Of using your attractiveness wantonly and willfully [00:03:56] To trap and to paralyze men [00:03:58] Who wanted you and could never have you [00:04:00] Men who sometimes felt the perverse urge [00:04:02] To trash the women they desired the most [00:04:05] Men who imagined they despised all those immaculate visions [00:04:08] What adolescent crap what kind of idiot would sing that [00:04:14] Oh not me because you know [00:04:16] Ooo it's true: [00:04:20] Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you [00:04:26] But sometimes I think that every man who writes [00:04:29] Every man who paints or composes deep soul or symphonies [00:04:32] It makes no difference all those men are only making do with substitutes: [00:04:37] Solomon Confucius Franz Kafka [00:04:40] They'd never have done it if they'd been as beautiful as you [00:04:43] Sitting cross legged there with gentle music [00:04:45] Lapping around a promise there where your thighs meet [00:04:48] Of fertility a million artists couldn't compete with [00:04:54] Ooo it's true: [00:04:58] Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you [00:05:04] And all the time I see you there [00:05:06] In the eye of my mind and all that cheap macho stuff [00:05:09] About de Sade and misogyny vanishes into thin air [00:05:13] And I'm moved to tears just like any other sucker