Bone China Face

Hey bone china face with a black space in your heart

I got some magazines with a crossword you can start

But what's that photograph jumping out across the page?

It could be me, you think, any day now set to stage

There's a face somewhere behind that powdered mask

There's something moving in like a snake inside the grass

What's your name again? Everyone here looks the same

But in your reverie, you just lead in a hurricane

And you say

Shoot me for your magazine

Shoot me on the bedside table

Shoot me in a restaurant restroom

Follow the star!

You've got some nerve on you, coming 'round with your champagne

In your leather boots, looking down like a bird of prey

Hey bone china face, you could think that it's alright

I'll take you dancing under tall trees in the night

You're thinking

Shoot me for your magazine

Shoot me on your bedside table

Shoot me in a restaurant restroom

Follow the star!

Shoot me for your magazine

Shoot me on your bedside table

Shoot me in a restaurant restroom

Follow the star!