French Bacon

Have you heard about the new , new ?
It's a reason to be nicer to you,
I see you putting on the brand X spandex,
Everybody needs someone to do
 
And now I'm living in the middle of your street,
Living here with aplomb,
She gets a sneak-peek at the meat she's gonna eat,
And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb
 
And now she's living in a shack on a firing line,
With a fridge filled with French bacon,
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime,
For which she's commonly mistaken
 
I know her, I knew her,
I knew she couldn't hang,
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line,
From a device of her own making
 
I'm never good enough at saying all the right things,
Sometimes I say too much,
Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings,
Dying and desperate for your touch
 
And now she's living in a shack on a firing line,
With a fridge filled with French bacon,
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime,
For which she's commonly mistaken
 
I know her, I knew her,
I knew she couldn't hang,
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line,
From a device of her own making
 
Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good,
Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could,
We defying forever, defying forever,
Defying forever, defying forever, defying forever!
 
And now she's living in a shack on the firing line,
With a fridge filled with French bacon,
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime,
For which she's commonly mistaken
 
I know her, I knew her,
I knew she couldn't hang