Parenthetical Girls - The Common Touch lyrics

I came out of my mother
Renowned for compounding numbers
Came out of my mother
With a head blessed for figures
And with yours now above me
Both long and unlovely
I think we can safely say
Such sums must become me

A kiss as disingenuous as this
You know what I am so let's not pretend
You're short on grace
But, you've an empty space
That I fit just right yes, I fill just right

I came out of my mother as pure as power
You're delicious and desperate
And God knows where your dress went

Still smug and smart
Well, bless your precious heart
Would I stay the night
Might I stay the night?

Forgive me if I respectfully decline
Cause there's just no time
And I've got my pride

While wealth and waste may
Breed expensive taste
It's true what they say
Take pleasure from the simple things
You pass along the way

Should fortunes fade
Of course they'd do the same
We feign no fainter praise
But pity not the pretty things
You break along the way
There's pleasure in the simple
Things you break
Take pleasure from the simple
Things you break