The Hairstyle Of The Devil

She was seeing two at exactly the same time

She never mentioned you when she was round at mine

But when you were round at hers you always made a scene

'Cause you only had ears for descriptions of the stranger she was seeing

And what she saw in me was only what attracts

The many girls I see behind their lovers' backs

But what she saw in you, I could never work it out

There was just one thing she found it turned you on to talk about

The inexplicable charisma of the rival

You said 'Describe for me the hairstyle of the devil

Is he passionate? (Don't answer!)

Is he detached? (Don't answer that!)

Does he please you in the sack? (Shut up, don't answer back!)

Just tell him I'm dying to meet him'

She called me up, she said she's had enough

Of all the paranoia you mixed up with your love

We spent the night together, she woke me up at dawn

And called an all-night taxi

And when you came I was gone

You found my comb behind her chest of drawers

She said she'd slept alone but the bed was full of hairs

And when you matched them up, beyond a shadow of a doubt

The hairs belonged the Beelzebub

And you began to figure out

The inexplicable charisma of the rival

You said 'Describe for me the hairstyle of the devil

Does he make you laugh? (Don't answer!)

Does he earn a lot? (Don't answer that!)

Does he dress you up in black? (Shut up, don't answer back!)

Just tell him I'm dying to meet him

The inexplicable charisma of the rival

With the luck and the hairstyle of the devil

And so you gaze at the people all about

In every stranger's face you try to make me out

And when you meet me finally your horns will lock with mine

For the beast rules with rivalry

As the clock rules with time

Pleased to meet you, hope you've guessed my name