Soft Cell - Secret Life Lyrics
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Secret Life
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What Are The Lyrics For Secret Life By Soft Cell?
In your little black book
You've got the names And the favourite persuasions Of the people in the headlines I'm in there under A And I'm rated under be You've got photographs to prove it And I swear to God it's not me You've got a hard heart Being hard is your art You think love is a dirty dirty word You pick up the phone And you ring me when I'm at home And then you put it down And I'm reaching for my valium My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life I'll give you anything Anything to shut you up Why do you hate me so much What have I ever done to you But leave you I don't want to play Cat and Mouse Have the neighbours looking over At my house All the secret smiles When I walk in the room And I think I'm going to Crack up soon I'm going to run away Find a place in the dark Where I don't have to hear The nasty nasty talk Change my sex Change my hair Be hard to find anywhere My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life My secret life (x5) |
Who Wrote Secret Life By Soft Cell?
David James Ball, Marc Almond
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What's The Duration Of The Secret Life By Soft Cell?The duration of Secret Life is 3:38 minutes and seconds. |
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