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(Poole/Martin/Poole)
You want one thing
Me another
Call me everything under the Sun
The sacrifice
(Of all things heavenly)
(All things sweet)
(All things sugar)
(All things nice)
With a lethal aftertaste I
sw*llow a name from hell and I
Wallow in the mud
(Sweet angel)
Wallow in the mud
Your evil outweighs all your passion
And a shouting match between us
Leaves me breathing evil air
Evil air, yeah
And I phone the blue-eyed man coz he finds
This little lost girl every time and I
Am standing on the floor again
On a feather pillow I rest my weary head
Aaah, sweet escape!
I wake up
You put on the pressure
How many bricks can you carry on your back today?
And dont come that innocent child with me
It doesnt work
OK?
Well Ill play with the hard ball
Its the only way I want it
But Im allowed to be who I want
Yeah there aint no rules in this game!
Oh sweet escape
Sweet escape