C'mon darling, where's the love?
What thought exactly were you thinking of?
Your smile's as snide as an immigrant's pass
You dress to impress but you ain't built to last
C'mon darling where's the love?
You can't salivate, you can't bleed blood
Your boons are well dressed and
Your tan's well applied
But the better you look, girl, the less that I'll find
Fault lines and fractures
Disposible limbs
Horses for corses
And fucking machines
C'mon darling where's the love?
What thought exactly were you thinking of?
One for your master or one for your maid,
One that you kept for a spare just in case
C'mon darling, where's the love?
C'mon darling, where's the love?
Where's the love
The face of another young virgin's been caked
Sylvia Pankhurst turns in her grave
It's all for the sake of a trip to the sink
Where she's hog-tied and handcuffed
And dares not to blink
C'mon darling, where's the love?