She grew thin, and uncommunicative
She's slipping in
Running water seemed to held her captive
Like a dream she once had
Never again
It's sinking in
There's no more birthday party
No more Songs of Praise
Again, we'll take her overdue books in
And who will pay the binmen?
He's gonna clear up the stains
Waiting for the colour change
Waiting for the colour changin'
She's waiting for Al Pacino
But he never came
Waiting for the colour change
Waiting for the colour changin'
Waiting for Al Pacino
But he never came
Tender limbs
She's unemotional and
A cover in Johnson's Baby Lotion
All over everything
Helps the blade go in
It's gonna take away the pain
Waiting for the colour change
Waiting for the colour changin'
Waiting for Al Pacino
But he never came
Waiting for the colour change
Waiting for the colour changin'
Blame it on Gary Barlow
And Jason Orange
She grew thin, and uncommunicative
She's slipping in
Running water seemed to held her captive
And taking a Philips Ladyshave
With ten inch razorblade
She opens up her veins
Waiting for the colour change
Waiting for the colour changin'
Waiting for Al Pacino
But he never came
She's waiting for the colour change
Waiting for the colour changin'
Blame it on Gary Barlow
And Jason Orange