Текстове на песни: Buzzcocks. Flat-Pack Philosophy. I Don't Exist.

I wonder if you'll notice
Exactly how I feel
Maybe if we could spend more time together
Then you'd discover what I try hard to conceal

But you don't know what I'm talking about

I kinda get so excited
And I break into a sweat
I wish that I could stage the perfect encounter
That I just hope to god I won't live to regret

But you don't know what I'm talking about
Cos to you, I just don't exist

But you don't know what I'm talking about
Cos to you, I just don't exist
But you don't know what I'm talking about
Cos to you, well, I just don't exist

But you don't know what I'm talking about