«Gee mister you got the best answering machine message I ever heard»
drags me round all day just like a ball
on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess…
I’m just a mess
do I have to take this shit from you every time I
look your way or say «HEY! it’s about time
you show me yours and I’ll show you mine»
and I hope you can keep that turd eating grin of yours
upon your face when you find that you’re thrown to one side
‘cos no-one likes a rotten roller coaster ride
CHORUS:
‘cos she’s the kind of girl who’ll take your heart
and leave you feeling worse than you did at the start
‘cos she’s a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
in a bygone age engaged in the passion trip
a final score was required just to make it worthwhile
all the patience and the wasted time
for it seems today the play [did mutate into] a movie scene
where the aim is to get the best line
crashing heads for the second time
CHORUS:
‘cos she’s the kind of girl who’ll break your mind
and make an easy meal of the sensitive kind
‘cos she’s a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
(oh no… day tripper, prick teaser yeah)
(doo… wop-wop a-oo…)
so a parting word to those young unfortunates who
cannot get to sleep ’til one little snake uncurls
raise a glass to the Underworld!
(doo… wop-wop a…)
you can try all week and still keep on waiting
it’s a messed up, stressed out, loss situation where pearls
end up changing into headfuck girls
CHORUS:
‘cos she’s the kind of girl who’ll steal your smile
and chuck it over there on the rest of the pile
‘cos she’s a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck (x3)
headfuck me!
(head fuck (x10))
(…nice knowing…)
