There's always something pulling me down,
always someone hanging around,
and I can't seem to get away.
It's always someone doing me in,
always something under my skin,
and I can't seem to wash it clean.
"Clean is not for you,"
she says,
"It's for the others,
so leave it alone."
And I just can't find the stomach to eat.
I'm uninclined towards some people I meet.
So where on earth does that leave you?
"Clean is not for you,"
she says,
"It's for the others,
so leave it alone."
It's always something.
It's always something,
or someone ------- with me.
"Clean is not for you,"
she says,
"It's for the others.
So, leave it alone."
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-oohooh-ooh ooh oohooo.
Ooh.