#3952

Release: May 4, 1992

Lyrics:

Walking through the rooms in my head

I came across your image

You looked at me with that sweet smile and said

Something they won't let me repeat

We hurt the ones we love the most

It's a subtle form of compliment

I don't care if you talk about me

I don't care if you write it out in stone

Whenever I fall, I land on my feet

I don't care, I just don't care, nah

Mark the spot you hate with an X

Then shoot your bow and arrow (shoot your bow and arrow)

Do your worst, get it all off your chest

I'll hold my breath and swallow (oh-oh, oh-oh)

We hurt the ones we love the most

It's a subtle form of discipline

I don't care if you talk about me

I don't care if you write it out in stone

Whenever I fall, I land on my feet

I don't care, I just don't care, nah

I don't care if you act like a queen

I don't care if you take it out on me

I've got nine lives and I land on my feet

I don't care, I just don't care, nah

In a boreolic iceberg came Victoria

Queen Victoria, sitting shocked upon on the rocking horse of a wave

Said to the laureate, "This minx of course, is sharp as any linx and blacker, deepper

Than the drinks as hot as any Hottentot, without remorse"

For the minx that she and the drinks you can see

Are hot as any hotten tot

(And not the goods for me)

Hot as any hotten tot

And not the goods for me

I don't care if you talk about me

I don't care if you write it out in stone

Whenever I fall, I land on my feet

I don't care, I just don't care, nah

I don't care if you act like a queen

I don't care if you take it out on me

I've got nine lives and I land on my feet

I don't care, I just don't care, nah

Songwriter:

Marcella Levy / Siobhan Maire Deirdre Fahey / Richard Feldman / Edward Robert Shearmur

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