[t= tricky n=neneh]
[Begins with Tricky speaking in the background to someone in the
Studio.]
(i shoulda been a woman. I don't understand why I'm a man)
T+n:
Had you in me (x4)
In me (x2)
Sick of what I feel, sick of being real
Better stay clear or I might hijack a plane
I'm getting sick of what I feel, sick of being real
You better stay clear cos I'm about to blow the fuck up
N:
Soap on my body's gonna make me clean,
Giving birth makes me scream,
See my light (life?) pass before me as I drown in the shadow under my
Bubble bath,
A forced laugh a forged autograph,
First my body,
Now my corpse
I exercise daily... Love my sports
I need when I concieve,
I sow seed, I can see no remourse,
T+n (x2):
I had you in me
Had you in me
You in me
In me
Me
Sick of what I feel
Sick of being real
Better stay clear or I might hijack a plane
I'm getiing sick of what I feel
Sick of being real
You better stay clear cos I'm about to blow the fuck up
T:
I'm liquid
N:
Serving speed, self deceit,
I teased you now you're tame,
Put treacle on your tummy to keep you sticky when I steal,
I take from you I hate for you
You fools who feel free [?]
You look like a little somebody looking for something
T:
And I'm still myself (to fade)