Friend Or Foe lyrics

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
A word from her is worth ten from me
Her main concern is honesty
She beat the selfishness right out of me
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine
My only books were women's looks
And the more I read, the less I said
She wanted to search inside me
To find this so-called purity
She acts the films that I can't see
The wild eyed child
She's my libertine

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
You think that I'm amde of money
You've got something coming honey
This ain't no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You like all those big fancy cars
Trendy people and their wine bars

Adam Ant/Andre Cymone

Down in Piccadilly down in West One
They dress like Laurence Harvey
The immaculate son
She looks good and lovely
A sight for all to see
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen.....
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
Down in Piccadilly down in West One
Drinking cups of coffee
In Fortnum and Mason
She looks good and lovely
Trained in luxury

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
The Greek, the Gypsy, the Italian
And the Pole, took a look around
Chewed up the gauntlet,
Spat it out
Raised them to the ground
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Four young men, greasy hair
Don't know zip
Leather jackets, big packets
Into it, into it.
Knock 'em dead sweetie, then sock four
My body, cha-cha, and orf

That voodoo that you do
The shimmy lights through you
And no one can voodoo the voodoo
You do
Do to me yeah
I'm sorry if I'm not that tough
But not that tough is tough enough
Besides, the rough tough end up shuffed
Or in an alleyway
Anyway
I'm sorry if I'm not that smart
But not that smart is just a part
Of speaking firmly from the heart
Any day
Anyway
That voodoo that you do

Adam Ant

There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather
Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad
But West Berlin's by far the strangest time
I ever had
All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather
Even on car hoods

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

I feel suspended in space
In another time and place
To talk would burst the bubble
Just want to lie next to you
And appreciate the view
And hope it lasts forever
We do not have to play games
Or listen to all the names
They have for Russian roulette
If it's good enough for the Gemini Guys
Then it's good enough for me
You can't set rules about love

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
People come people go, how long I'll stay I just don't know
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie
People love people hate, for my downfall they just can't wait
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie
I wish that everyone could see a show by Liza Minnelli

If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions
Would you find that a risk to your health?
Would you put me up on the bookshelf
With the books and the plants?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious
If I were kind and adoring
How would that be?
Very borring
Mister Pressman with your penknife
Always asking about my sexlife

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enimies...
Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and try tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enimies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers...

Densmore/Manzarek/Morrison/Krieger

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?

Hello, I love you

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Happy as a punk in boystown
No more talk about doing
Going round the twist with heartbreak
You're in need of protection
Not from me but from yourself
Going round the twist with heartbreak
Big brother won't like it
'Cos you're one of life's takers
Go tell the Spartans
We're on Hell's eight acres.
Walked with kings you know, self law
Pencil skirts and that gear