Oh my love, Janine I'm helpless for your smile Like a Polish wanderer I travel ever onwards to your land And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand Your strange demand To 'collocate' my mind Scares me into gloom You're too intense I'll have to keep you in your place I've no defence I've got to keep my veil on my face Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face Janine, Janine, you'd like to crush the walls But if you take an axe to me You'll kill another man Not me at all You're fey, Janine A trouper to the last But if I catch you standing on my toes I'll have a right to shout you down For you're a lazy stream In which my thoughts would drown So stay, Janine And we can glide along I've caught your wings for laughs I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year So take your glasses off And don't act so sincere Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face Janine, Janine, you'd like to crush the walls But if you take an axe to me You'll kill another man Not me at all
Written by: David Bowie