Bauhaus

Well hello pretty woman
Youre looking good
With a yellow dot skirt
And youre swaying hah
You look as though youve ate your one last meal
Youre conceit is all thats left
You can sing a spiel
You used to hide away in kiosk land
Lets find you out and loosen up
Youre so upset
Making coffee for the poor machines
Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes
I have you
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it
We have fun
We go places to have some hah
Well theyre as stiff as new york
With the right wing lights
And the babies get for real if the group is right
Following her swallowing some two-tone pills
They said hes looking crazy but hes so well built
Youre moving steady, soon youll be that star