Janine (BBC Radio Session D.L.T Show)

(Okay, just one more from David Bowie)

(It's called Janine)

(And we must mention one more time)

(Julia's eyes for the super session)

(Take it, David)

My love, Janine

I'm helpless for your smile

Like a Polish wanderer

I travel ever onwards to your land

And were it not just for the jewels

I'd close your hand

Your strange demand

To complicate my mind

Scares me into do your doin' dance

I keep my veil across my face

I've no defense, I've got to keep you in your place

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well

But I've got things inside my head

That even I can't face

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls

Couldn't ya take an ax to me

You'll kill another man, not me at all

You're fey, Janine, a tripper to the last

But if I catch ya standing on my toes

I'll have the right to shout you down

For you're a lazy stream

In which my thoughts would drown

So stay, Janine, and we can glide along

I've caught your wings for laughs

I'm not obliged to read you

Statements of the year

So take your glasses off and don't act so sincere

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well

I've got things inside my head that even I can't face

Janine, Janine, you'd like crash the walls

If you take an ax to me

You'll kill another man, not me at all

Whoa, yeah

See the bricks fall