"Watch me! Watch me!" (The belle of the ball)
- "My heart, my hand and everything I own"
And we are the boys with new shiny shoes,
we've seen em' all, and we've chosen you.
Now no one will find your limit,
girls from Roedean,
girls from Shipley,
girls from Hounslow,
girls from Whitby (you're a candied queen)
and let me show my darling what that means

- "Watch me! Watch me!"

"Hatch me! Hatch me!"
- A girl before, bouncing round behind the bedroom doors.
And we are the boys who'll drape you in jewels,
cut off your hair, and throw out your shoes,
'cause baby, you won't need them where you'll be
- Girls astride me, girls beneath me, girls before me,
girls between me - You're birthing machines - And let me
show my darling what that means (Hatch me! Hatch me!)
And baby, turns out I'm evil - In all my dreams,
girls who'll clothe me, girls who'll feed me,
girls who want me, girls who need me,
"All you pretty things waiting for somebody, number my
babies and my broken body"