Bill Ryder-Jones
Part Time Model
I woke up like a stranger
Quick to assume closing every door
I woke up like a a stranger
I've never done this before
She looks at me with those exact same eyes
The ones that make my mother break down and cry
There has to be a hidden reason to why
This creature beats me in the night
She steps a step over my plastic chest
Where she will go only she can decide
I must admit I felt a little sick
Well I think I swallowed too much pride
Why are you staring at me?
You're not following me
So I don't owe you anything
I ask myself this every night
I woke up like a stranger
The part time models bruise
Pleasuring herself in front of thousands of fools
You don't know what my mind used to do
When you bent down to tie my shoe
I recall an early afternoon
You told me the Earth was the second moon
Well I believed you for a while but the truthful rein truth
Something you could never do
I woke up like a stranger
Her thoughts on the universe comes first
The third dimension or the megabus
Your love supplies no comfort
Why are you staring at me?
You're not following me
So I don't owe you anything
I ask myself this every night
I woke up in the desert with strings around my eyes
The desert seems my way inclined
And I'm feeling better all the time
I woke up like stranger
And fell asleep in the desert