Track byPet Shop Boys
I've been taking my time for a long time Putting my feet up a lot Speaking English as a foreign language any words that I haven't forgot I've been thinking how I can't be bothered to wash the dishes or remake the bed What's the point when I could doss instead When you walked out you did me a favour you made me see reality that love is a bourgeois construct Its a blatant fallacy You wont see me with a bunch of roses promising fidelity Love doesn't mean a thing to me Talking tough and feeling bitter but better now its clear to me that love is a bourgeois construct so I've given up the bourgeoisie Now I'm digging through my student paperbacks Flicking through Karl Marx again Searching for the soul of England Drinking tea like Tony Benn Love is just a bourgeois construct so I'm giving up the bourgeoisie until you come back to me Talking tough and feeling bitter but better now its clear to me that love is a bourgeois construct so I've given up the bourgeoisie