Nobody tells you. You end up knowing
Bad habits: you should sleep alone
Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel?
'Cos you're the voice of experience, every word
You choose sweet stolen info' you must never lose
Until you're so secure in your habitat familiar
But you won't want from me
There's nothing else to see
Try smoking your own and don't look at me.
No need to explain it, just order dresses
Bad habits: you really shouldn't keep.
Quick nip next door to the vendor of charisma
Because the time, the place and the mood is right
And good old Kevin'll be all right
Here comes ''His Soul