So Tough lyrics

[intro sample on You're In A Bad Way version:]
You asked me to make a record of my voice. Well here it is. What you want me to say is "I love you." Here's the truth. I hate you, you little slut. You make me sick!

When you told me your dream (when you told me your dream) /
I / wanted to cry. /
You almost looked happy (you almost looked happy) /

It's like, I can't get past that S&M barrier. `Cause, I like, as I'm drinking something like whiskey or lager, it's actually painful to drink first of all.Pour you a double?Is that a double? You want a double ???Cigarette?I don't smoke, but, you know, er...Crisps?Four bottles of Malibu, Bob knows the address. A Malibu, a Coke and Chinese food.

[The "Calico" bits are Sarah and the rest is Q-Tee.]
Dreamin' / that you are in my world, /
wishin' / like a little girl. /
Watchin', / closely, / you suddenly appear. /
Like a dream, / you're gone, then you're here. /
You take to emotion / like a bird to flight. /
You drop an invitation, / maybe I just might /
be your lover / or better / a friendly / aquaintance. /

Who am I? /
I'm just a girl / who only wants /
to try / to do what's right; /
I'll never make / you cry, /
but you're no good for me, and /
who do you think you are? /
You tried to push me a bit too far, /
and every day sees another scar. /

Oh tell me, who do you think you are? /
If you want me there, / you gotta care! /
Oh tell me, /

(bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) /

Don't / you / worry `bout a thing. /
Teen spirit / is the '90s scene! /
I know you want to hold my hand, /
I know you're going to love my band, yeah! /

Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (Do you believe in magic?) /

[a sample:]Can I take your order? Urrrmm, I'll have bacon, eggs, tomatoes, two toast and a cup of tea, please. And you? Chicken soup!

You can look at the stars, / look at the ocean; /
the answer's somewhere, / here's what I reckon: /
close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. /

Ooh... /

Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. /
Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. /

Ooh... /

Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. /

[This song is a brief sample collage]You stick your foot in there, mate, and you've... What's the weight got to do with those shoes? Because she can help lose weight in her legs, well, it won't look so ridiculous, will it, with fat legs with chunky shoes, will it?

I've thought of asking you / for so long, /
afraid of what / your answer would be. /
But there's no other way, / so here I stay, /
you know, I believe in your lies / so easily. /

Ooh... / no rainbows for me. /

I'm going for myself, / (so I tell myself) /
but there's no pot of gold, / just shades of blue. /
You think my heart's a toy; / like a little boy, /

Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba /

Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. /
Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. /
Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. /
Conchita, oh oh oh... /

Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba /

Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. /
Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. /

[This is a sample collage]And, er... non-stop erotic cabaret.Yahoo! Asa desuyo! Okite Kudasai! [That was a Japanese alarm clock saying it's morning, wake up!]Say what, girl? Daddy, can I go to the hop?

[intro sample:]
I wish they wouldn't laugh.

I've been driving for some time / and the towns look the same. /
This town feels very different, / as though I've been here before. /
This looks like the old school-yard where we both used to play. /
and the kids in that building, / they look just like our friends. /

[intro sample (on the album):]
Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if she doesn't love him?
No. [pause] Unless it's me.

I heard she drove the silvery sports-car /
along the empty streets last night. /
Hanging around / with hair-dos like mine. /
No, I haven't seen the kids for some time. /

Picked up her shoes from the red-brick stairway, /

Toast is burnt
Jeans are old
And your coffee's cold
And your hair's all wrong
And you leave all the post
Don't you know that crew cuts and
Cause it's nothing but bills again
trainers are out again
Home from work
Going out
Put the TV on
You're feeling low
Get your kicks watching
Running for cover
Bruce on the old Generation Game
It looks like it's going to rain

[sample:]
A lemonade.

Oo-oo-ooh, / young heart. /
Oo-oo-ooh, / young heart. /
Oo-oo-ooh, / young heart. /
[Backing throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Pass me the suitcase, baby. / I know / it's not that easy and /
give me / my mirror, love, / just give me / back my memories, /
and oh, / oh, how many years / is it now Maurice? /

[Introductory sample:]
I'm Helen Stevens, I'm having a party, and the other tenants are there, and a few friends. We'd like you to join us...
Mark.
Pardon?
I am Mark.
Oh, hello Mark. Please come in, you'll meet the others who live here, and...
Sorry, but... work.

[The rest of the track is an instrumental.]

[Introduction sample:]
Cigarette, a cup of tea, a bun.
Ooh... /
Button up your sheepskin Carraway, / rainy cafe, Kentish Town, Tuesday. /
Barry's looking through the Racing Post, / orders coffee, another round of toast. /
Lucy writes a letter, / she'd like to spend an evening with Prince B. /
[When they perform the song live, the verse is often extended to: