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If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings.
To keep you with me, I would do anything.
Like broken bottles, that slip from druken hands,
I've watched my star falling, and shatter on the ground.
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands.
Oh yeah, I think I understand.
Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.
I blew my chances, as you blowdried your hair.
I thought of my answers, as you walked down the stairs.
D'you think I'd defile you, if you were to close?
D'you think I'd infect you?
D'you think I'd give you a dose?
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands.
Oh yeah, I think I understand.
Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.
Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Night On Earth
- Rialto
- NME: Independent and All Still Taking Liberties, Volume 1
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 62: October 1998
- Monday Morning 5:19
- Shine: Best of 97
- Shine 10
- Bite Back and Boogie (B Magazine April 1999)
- Untouchable
- Connected
- Q the Music 8
- Q the Music 7
- Common People - Brit Pop: The Story
- Melody Maker: 1998 The Album
- The Brit Box
- Me gusta conducir
- Girl on a Train
- Essential Sounds, Volume 2
- Q the Music 3