Hell, I gave up my time
For a no good affair
You'd think I'd learn by now
To be taken in
By a perfect stranger
That I had the know-how
Still more fool me
For kidding myself
That's the way it should be
Maybe I should grow up
Would I feel confined to the same space?
Or would I feel that I talked myself into a corner?
So long, you're no friend of mine
You're false and unkind
You're indestructible
No place I'd rather be
Than in the ring with you
We'd go twenty rounds
Still more fool me
For killing myself
That's the way it should be
Maybe I should grow up
Would I feel confined to the same space?
Or would I feel that I talked myself into a corner?
I see the sky move above me
But I just can't take control
What a sweet sensation
Woah-oh
Love, sweet, sweet love
Hell, I gave up my time
For a no good affair
You'd think I'd learn by now
To be taken in
By a perfect stranger
That I had the know-how
Still more fool me
For kidding myself
That's the way it should be
Maybe I should grow up
Would I feel confined to the same space?
Or would I feel (You said, "Good-bye stranger")
That I talked myself into a corner?
Oh, I feel so bad
Perfect Stranger was written by Vince Clarke & Andy Bell.
Perfect Stranger was produced by Martyn Phillips.