Inne på perrongen Tjugo över fem Tunnelbanan kommer Och jag längtar redan hem Jag sätter mej i hörnet Vill bara ha min egen tid Dörrarna dom öppnas Och våra blickar möts Jag håller mej i handtaget Så hårt så att det nöts Jag reser mej rätt sakta Och jag sätter mej där just bredvid Mitt namn är Lena och jag tänker inte va' tyst Jag tänker inte bara sitta här och vänta på att bli kysst Så vill du ha ett litet våp får du gå nån annanstans Det låter uppenbart men alltid retar det nån Den du talar med är inte nån vanlig Söderberg eller Eriksson Mitt namn är Lena Philipsson Inne i salongen Dansgolvet är hett Alla min vänner Är dom snyggaste jag har sett Jag ser knappt genom röken Men ändå har jag full kontroll Sen liksom en skugga Han uppenbarar sej Han dansar med nån annan Men det rör väl inte mej Jag dansar lite närmre Och tittar åt ett annat håll Mitt namn är Lena och jag tänker inte va' tyst Jag tänker inte bara sitta här och vänta på att bli kysst Så vill du ha ett liltet våp får du gå nån annanstans Det låter uppenbart men alltid retar det nån Den du talar med är inte nån vanlig Söderberg eller Eriksson Mitt namn är Lena Philipsson Och inte Lisa Nilsson Och inte Grete Philipsson (Aha-ha) Och inte Regina Lund eller nån Mitt namn är Lena Philipsson Mitt namn är Lena och jag tänker inte va' tyst Jag tänker inte bara sitta här och vänta på att bli kysst Så vill du ha ett liltet våp får du gå nån annanstans Det låter uppenbart men alltid retar det nån Den du talar med är inte nån vanlig Söderberg eller Eriksson Mitt namn är Lena Philipsson Inte Lisa Nilsson Och inte Grete Philipsson İnte Regina Lund eller nån Mitt namn är Lena Philipsson

(Strip) (Woo-hoo) I need a lot less drama And a lot more "I don't care" (yeah) I won't waste my precious time There's no need to compare (woo-hoo) Have you ever heard about karma? You're gonna get back what you give (ah, ah, ah, ah) And if you feel like dancing in the rain, just go for it Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry But I am what I am Baby, strip (strip) All your makeup off (makeup off) Get happy doing what you want (yeah) All we need is love, love, love, love, love Strip Right down to the bones It's hard but oh, I know All we need is love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love (oh baby) Love, love, love, love, love Strip it off like, strip it off like love (Woo-hoo) I could use a lot less judgement And a lot more confidence (yeah) If I don't fit into your boxes You can cross me off your list (woo-hoo) I know what we stand for And what we represent (ah, ah, ah, ah) Know that you're worth so much more than fake-ass compliments Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not sorry But I am what I am Baby, strip (strip) All your makeup off (makeup off) Get happy doing what you want (yeah) All we need is love, love, love, love, love Strip Right down to the bones It's hard but oh, I know All we need is love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Strip it off like, strip it off like Strip it all off Just do what you want Don't hold back now All you need is, all you need is Strip it all off Just do what you want So don't hold back now All you need is, all you need is Baby, strip (strip) All my makeup off (yeah, yeah, yeah) Get happy doing what you want (oh, oh) All we need is love, love, love, love, love Strip Right down to the bones, yeah (to the bones, yeah) It's hard but oh, I know All we need is love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love Strip it off like, strip it off like love

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy