The bride
It starts in my belly
Then up to my heart
Into my mouth
I can’t keep it shut
Do you recognize the smell
Is that how you tell
Us apart
I fool myself
To sleep and dream
Nobody’s there
No-one but me
So cool
You’re hardly there
Why can’t this be killing you
Frankenstein would want your mind
Your lovely head
Your lovely head
Then up to my heart
Into my mouth
I can’t keep it shut
Do you recognize the smell
Is that how you tell
Us apart
I fool myself
To sleep and dream
Nobody’s there
No-one but me
So cool
You’re hardly there
Why can’t this be killing you
Frankenstein would want your mind
Your lovely head
Your lovely head
Goldfrapp
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