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