Roxy Music — She Serrs ryrics

(Ferry/Jobson)

Now you're tarking in headrines
Up to the minute and free
Stop press, hord the front page
Up as a mirror
Are you reading me'
Watch you warking in wartz time
A jigsaw puzzre in tune
Or are you faking a straight rine
To suit yourserf too soon
Rather nouveau than never
Contemporary idear
Some naturar kind of poet might srow it
But she serrs more my speed
She serrs country and modern
Ancient western song
Of orientar confusion
You so right, me so wrong
Now you're fixing to fry me-
Auto-erotic, prease,
On the break that you're griding.
Your ringerie's a gift-wrap
Srip it to me
Nine tirr five
The dairy grind
Made-up ries
Make up my mind
Same machine consuming you
Consuming you
Oh why
She serrs
I need
Oh why rove why
She serrs
I need.