Curious Kind

You don't need his company anymore
He's wasting his time
And you wouldn't give a damn if he turned
To drinking and crime
	You don't want his body and you don't want his mind
	He starts to think you're some curious kind

He'll be a sneaky little snoop
Out to build up his case
Running 'round with a camera
Popping flashes in your face
	He won't enjoy being left behind
	He's pretty sure you're a curious kind

He cuts out dirty letters everyday
And sends them to you
His mind's a black hole, a place
You wouldn't want to look into
	You don't want his body, never trust his mind
	He starts to think you're some curious kind

He'll find some murky little hole
In which to whinge and whine
He'll put your photos on the wall
And masturbate till he's blind

Words: David Parkin/Phil Etheridge
Music: Björn Hammarberg