Desperately

Called you from the queue

Twelfth in line at the bloody Pompidou

Jo Miro, his exquisite use of blue

The gospel according to could only be you

How should I know what chord I struck

But it rung out like dumb luck

Bouncing off the inside walls

Of this awfully costly gift shop

Angel, what do you want me to do?

Angel, would it surprise you?

I've looked so very deep inside you

I still haven’t found an exceptional quality

Show it to me, just show it to me

I want to see it desperately

Desperately

Desperately

Still haven't seen it

And I'm desperatе to see it

Oh yeah

If this is me awake at last

Watch mе dance across the grass

To lay two heavy hands on your hourglass

I’ve brought you some extortionate trinkets

It's all vintage tat

Saying that, merry Christmas

And it's quiet through the house

I want you loud, I want you now

Desperately

Desperately

Desperately

Desperate

Boy who knew you're so easily spooked

You might think you'd never been rebuked

It was just a joke, I was just blowing smoke

How's that for a rally?

I'm no Gala, you're no Dali

You’ll see it eventually

Just quit the hash

Lose the impotent moustache

Ever so sailor, arm in a sling

You couldn’t help but tell me

Everything

Everything

Everything

Desperately

Desperately

Desperately