The yellow cab drivers, the trams on their wires
The heels on the pavement collecting outside
The all-seeing window, its clairvoyant glow
Where each new indulgence is born and on show
And it all starts to seem like love's possible now
A fairy godmother at every checkout
Sometimes (sometimes)
You won't believe it's true (sometimes)
Sometimes (sometimes)
But then others, you just need a new you
You could be Coco, Amelia, Gertrude Bell
Or Britney
You'd have the eyes of a gorgon, skin like Anne Frank's
They'll ask you your secret, but don't kiss and tell
Just say, "Thanks"
You won't recognise me, won't know who I am
Like I'm on the witness protection programme
Keeping all my receipts and my enemies close
Sometimes they flee from you, sometimes they don't
Sometimes (sometimes)
They put the fear in you (sometimes)
Sometimes (sometimes)
But it's always done for your own good (sometimes)
See, you could be pan-frying, low-flying human meat
All willingly
Esprit is just nonsense, but nonsense feels free
A freehold on your soul's worth its weight in gold
Take it from me
(Sometimes, sometimes)
(Sometimes, sometimes)
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