Model on the Northern Line Songtext
von Wonk Unit

Does the world desire you so my dear? Bambi lashes? We the normal
we the just ok, whose eyes are drawn to that perfect alien
graceful in tatters, holding the carriages attention
I think only in diamonds... behind those eyes
with that nonchalant look of ′you are nothing'
you mean nothing to me, I have the company of princes and nightclub owners
who eyes are drawn to that perfect alien
graceful in tatters, holding the room′s attention
I think only in diamonds...