Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker I stay focused but not blinkered And these snapshot memories in my mind Legacies from another time That as the days pass the colours fade
Grazed knees, page three's
Cola bottles, Jerry Cottles
Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow
Everything's in slow motion Well you could try to fight the feeling There's so much love in this room And yes its all drug induced The night before the morning after
Just waiting for Friday to come around Monday morning and none of us have slept yet
Well there's more to life than this But there's nothing more intense Than crazy nights we shared Well you could try to fight the feeling There's so much love in this room Of that we're living proof You could try to fight the feeling It's a shame that in the end
All the rest seems to disappear You pull me in with your tractor beams And wrap me up in your wicked schemes My Sunday morning eyes observe Your Cadbury's skin uncurve And in tronic patterned Venetian light You moonwalk to the bathroom Well you move across my space without friction You're so unbelievable you must be fiction And all my troubles fall away from me
All these memories in my mind I'm still a secret lemonade drinker