Piggy in the Middle

I'm alone I'm not with you When I get in at night The many facets of the conversation Roll around inside my head Who's going with who? Who's going with you? You are the girl who for a twist plays ventriloquist The other boys line up to be your pooch But if I draw a circle and I walk around it You're the piggy in the middle But I love my little pig until it hurts I want to dance Give the boy a chance I want to lose myself in 1986 The darkened cinematic days of love and trance Your crisp white tee - shirt Rock a bill eee - hurts An army of affected youth They're cute in boots I look at her the girl is looking back at me And with a thought that cuts me She will turn and curtsey to her rockabilly boyfriend It's too late the damage done I will catch them on the stairs I'm like a bad smell that stays They will turn round and see me They will kiss stroke and feel Just for my benefit: the boy voyeur His camera makes up for what he's lost You know I know you're the Queen But when there's nothing to rule Who is the fool? Wait for spring I want to sing Sleep is a drag love is the drug flu is the bug I got my bag it's full of stuff I want to bring There is a club There is a girl Give her the secret sign that I'll be there A little clue Maybe she'll pick it up Maybe she'll pass But I go into the building and she's over by the bar And by the time they play New Order She is over in the corner And she's telling me stuff I think she feels pretty rough She has to lean on my shoulder She is drunk, I am sober And I take her confession It's the coolest little session of the month As I take her confession I confess I got my hand under her blouse