I like to see you sing and dance I like to see you jump and shout and point your crooked and jointed finger at me I didn't know people could be so unkind It's you they call disillusioned It's not their fault But they do want someone to blame I didn't know people could be so unkind His body is sprung and loaded She wants the thing that holds her back His shoulder, a holster Her head on his shoulder Her shoulder, a holster His head on her shoulder Her shoulder, a holster His head on her shoulder Her shoulder, a holster His head on her shoulder I didn't know people could be so divided At the crossroads by Mothercare Clicking heels in earnest They shows she knows what a spanner is for It's for gunning the works And I didn't know people could be so unkind It's you they call desperate It's not their fault But they do want someone to blame It's cold and the baby's behind glass heading death of being independent At home everything's Neat She wants the boy that holds her back It's not his (her*) fault But she does need someone to.. er Blame (*her - version on Friendloverplane 2)