Letras:Diaframma. Albori 1979-83. London Lady.

Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit
Ah, you're so stupid
Foetid brainwaves

Little lady
What really happens
When you see mirrors
You get the shivers
Ahhh.....

Making love to
The Mersey Tunnel
With a sausage.
Have you ever been to Liverpool ?

Please don't talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you've talked for a thousand years.

(what I'm trying to say)

Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about

Oh...

London Lady,
Why did you lay me ?
Your head is crowded with the names you've hounded
The lines around your
Eyes they show me
You realise the party's over London Lady
Party's over London Lady

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about