Dumb Waiters Lyrics

Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have
Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son Gimme all your paper ah So I can get a gun
She has got it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly She's so mean
Give me all your paper So I can buy a train They just wanna suck you in To being one of them
Tell her that I'm not in here Tell her I'm a freak Tell her that I fall about [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/dumb-waiters-lyrics-psychedelic-furs.html ] Every time I speak
She has got in for me Yeah I mean it honestly I just scream Scream
Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train Don't know how I got in here It's making me insane
Have another cigarette And have another cigarette In a room where lovers go Talking on the telephone
They have go it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly They all dream Dreaming