The Psychedelic Furs

The Psychedelic Furs (1980)



We Love You

I'm in love with Catholics
I'm in love with your blue cars
I'm in love with the words that scream
We are so stupid, we all dream

I'm in love with Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon
I'm in love with fools like you
I'm in love with doing the twist

I'm in love with the bodies that scream
They fall so far, they fall so far
I'm in love with The Supremes
Oh, baby love

I'm in love with Sophia Loren
I'm in love with Bridget Bardot
I'm in love with the whole dumb scene
I'm so in love, you know what I mean

I'm in love with Anthea and Donna
All that shit that goes uptown top ranking

I'm in love with the factory
I'm in love with the BBC
I'm in love with your TV
They're so in love with you and me

(I'm in love with) A nuclear bomb it falls
(I'm in love with)Shopping city dreams
(I'm in love with) Real men
They go through the air for oxygen

Love is just a car like you
That turns so blue and turns so blue
No blue cars will run my world
No playboys will black my word

I would walk a million smiles
For one of your miles Bob
Hey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you

Talk, Talk, Talk (1981)



Pretty in Pink

Caroline laughs and it's raining all day

She loves to be one of the girls

She lives in the place in the side of our lives

Where nothing is ever put straight

She turns herself 'round and she smiles and she says

"This is it, that's the end of the joke"

And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep

And her lovers walk through in their coats

She's pretty in pink

Isn't she?

Pretty in pink

Isn't she?

All of her lovers all talk of her notes

And the flowers that they never sent

And wasn't she easy?

Isn't she pretty in pink?

The one who insists he was first in the line

Is the last to remember her name

He's walking around in this dress that she wore

She is gone but the joke's the same

Pretty in pink

Isn't she?

Pretty in pink

Isn't she?

Caroline talks to you softly sometimes

She says, "I love you" and too much

She doesn't have anything you want to steal

Well, nothing you can touch

She waves, she buttons your shirt

The traffic is waiting outside

She hands you this coat

She gives you her clothes, these cars collide

Pretty in pink

Isn't she?

Pretty in pink

Isn't she?

Not your usual bollocks, eh?