The Cosmetics Mag Queen Lyrics

I stand by the traffic light
You're sitting next to me
I turn the pages of a dirty mag
You're scorching me like a flame

And what's better than melting down
Inside your car?
You act silent, which makes it greater
Always wanting the best intentions
If there's a hell, we'll be there together...

The lads call you a waste of time
A cheeky phrase for me
We built together such a perfect crime
So I don't quite agree

And what's better than melting down
Inside your car?
Your eyes shine with dreadful dazzle
Those evil manners are shouting at my face
"If there's a hell, we'll be there together..."

The time comes for me to find out
You've got a new friend inside
It ain't worth crying, but I just might try (tarara)
To ring your number tonight

Oh girl you got me feeling like a sinner
I ain't no beginner
And you ran away quickly as thunder
Tryin' to be a small wonder
To show me some honey for money
Pretending you love me
(Queen of the Magazine)
And you don't need a plot to a story
If you're gonna be sorry
(Queen of the Magazine)
Show me some honey for money
Pretending you love me
(Queen of the Magazine)
And you don't need no telly for jelly
Just to be extraordinary

You got me feeling...so fine