People Like You

Sex is the open sesame
To a rich man's eyes
And I am not prepared
To be patronised
To compromise, to sanitise
My ugly tongue cold eyes

And babe you know you'd better watch those incriminations
Watch what those fingers do
'Cause life has a funny way
Of pointing those fingers
Back at you

And she can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with
People, people like you
People like you

And sweetheart I think you should let me hold your grudge for you
I’m a little better qualified and a lot more willing too
And she just sits there looking vacant like they always do
Well you never know anyone, anyway
I never even knew myself, myself until today
Now my life's a newspaper with some pages blown away

And she can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with
People, people like you
People like you

What does this
What does this
What does this smile
What does this
What does this
What does this smile
What does this
What does this
What does this smile do for you?
Does it do it for you?

She can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with
People, people like you
People like you
Well, do people like you?
Like they’re not supposed to

Well, I
Said I
Oh, I
Know so many people like you