Hallelujah Lyrics
But I don't do I dear good intentions don't survive here
No instead my requests tend to be dumb as hell
Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
I swear at you 'cos I believe that sweet talk like candy rots teeth
To sing your praises I'd be walking on wheels
No whoops or war crys or caramias
All translations will read "Marry me now"
With his hand on his heart, it's a posing place
While draining the mystery from your face
He admits all he's chasing is the chase
But you won't let him run
He'll still be hurting when the kingdom comes
So when he gets it he's good as bad
Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
Oh Hallelujah, how I'm walking on wheels
Another song that could be adopted as a Sensitive Man's Anthem... A very cleverly constructed lyric in which McAloon describes to perfection how the ' bad boy ' comes across as so convincing, using such terms as ' posing place ' and ' draining the mystery from your face ' , whilst comparing the sensitive type as clumsy and inept with words by use of the superb metaphor of ' walking on wheels ' . and the failure to sweet talk in favour of being honest and straight up. As with ' Appetite ' , another warning appears as to the consequences of being so fooled ( move in close till you see, he only wants what he can't have, but when he gets it he's as good as bad ) , spiced with a lament how the entire male gender pays the price ( You make him suffer for all he's gone done.. ). Coupled with the enchanting melody, a brilliant track.