Helen Love - Shut your mouth

if i pull the pin on this hand grenade, baby baby would you run away?
sometimes wish i had a tommy gun, i could blow your face off just for fun
i don't care about the things you do
i've got no inclination to be with you
everything we had baby's down the tube
so there's nothing left to say
so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

if you left me baby on a plane tonight, i wouldn't care and i wouldn't cry
if you give me some dynamite, i'll blast you into the stars so bright
i don't care if you are scared of heights
NASA could make you a satellite
you could orbit the earth transmitting shite
and no-one would care
so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH

you go on and on like a prog-rock song, nobody cares
to all the things you say and all the words you shout, baby shut your mouth
and the milkman, and the postman, and all the children running about
are queuing up to shout at you, baby shut your mouth

if i filled your flat with laughing gas, would it work better than your
prozac?
would run around like the banana splits, wiggling your ass and shaking
your hips?
think you would be better living underground
with the badgers and the moles you'd be homeward bound
we could come out and party when the sun goes down
in a field far away
so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH