"She Sells" as written by Edwin Jobson and Bryan Ferry....
Now you're talking in headlines
Up to the minute and free
Stop press, hold the front page
Up as a mirror
Are you reading me?
Watch you walking in waltz time
A jigsaw puzzle in tune
Or are you faking a straight line
To suit yourself too soon
Rather nouveau than never
Contemporary ideal

Some natural kind of poet might slow it
But she sells more my speed
She sells country and modern
Ancient western song
Of oriental confusion
You so right, me so wrong
Now you're fixing to fly me
Auto-erotic, please,
On the break that you're gliding.

Your lingerie's a gift-wrap
Slip it to me
Nine till five
The daily grind
Made-up lies
Make up my mind
Same machine consuming you
Consuming you
Oh why
She sells
I need
Oh why love why
She sells
I need.


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"She Sells" as written by Edwin Jobson Bryan Ferry

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    General CommentNO comments. Wow.
    Surely I am living in the dark ages - surely the current epoch is owned by clueless philistines. Some day I will return here to attempt an analysis of this great ROXY song.
    NomadMonadon January 11, 2013   Link

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