Big Red House

There is a house on a hill
And it's a big house
And it's a red house
And it's my house
All mine!

It's got a big sofa
And a HUGE tv
The floors they are yellow
Match the doors
Which are peeling yellow paint
So much yellow paint
I though I'd wash the floors last night
But I didn't.

Big Red House
Big Red House

And it's got a nice view - Onto the car park below
Where you can't go - Because you don't have a ticket
It's got a big sofa - And a HUGE tv
The floors they are yellow - Match the doors
Which are peeling yellow paint - So much yellow paint
I though I'd wash the floors last night
But I didn't.

Big Red House
Big Red House (And I like it cause it's big and i like it cause it's sexy and I like it cause it's red and I like it cause it's mine)

A semi- detached in rural London
With walls on all three sides
Windows are fully glazed
With that genuine rustic feel that's so difficult to get these days
The garden feature, a genuine wc, looking out onto the sewer below
Ideal for you modern day family of one.

Big Red House
Big Red House (And I like it cause it's big and i like it cause it's sexy and I like it cause it's red and I like it cause it's mine).

 © Miss Roberts

Body Fluids

I'm falling on you
From a great height
And if you don't move
You'll be SQUASHED!

And your body fluids
Gonna seep out
Into the cracks
Till you're part
Of the pavement

I'm shooting at you
With a large gun
And if you don't move
You'll be SHOT!

And your body fluids
Gonna seep out
Into the roots
Till you're part
Of the forest

I'm shouting at you
In a small room
And if you don't go
You'll be SICK!

And your body fluids
Gonna seep out
Into the concrete
Till you're part
Of my flat
Yes you're part
of my flat

© Miss Roberts

Derek

Filling the space with his pink, bulky, body
and that sweet sweet smell
of sweat
I smell whenever I go to bed at night.

Filling the space with his pink, bulky, body.
Sometimes he reminds me of the birds.
Sometimes he reminds me of the birds.

I've got a man in my loft and I call him
Derek.

He's not as good as you but he's cheap
Derek.

Feed him on rice crispies and stolen cheese
Derek.

He's cut a hole in the roof so you can see his belly
Derek.

I've got a man in my loft and I call him
Derek
I've got a man in my loft and I call him
Derek

I've got a man.
She's got a man.
I've got a man.
She's got a man.
I've got a man
and I like to call him Derek.

Filling the space with his pink, bulky, body.
Sometimes he reminds me of the birds.
Sometimes he reminds me of the birds.

© Miss Roberts

Etiquette

Keep your tongue under control at the dinner table
if you want to stay liked.
It's polite.

Small headed dolls don't get far in the world
without time
It's a climb

to the top of the seats
where the big people sit
see how they like to steal each other's food.

But not you
that would be crude.

Keep your tongue in tight position.
Keep your knife and fork straight.
I like to see your mouth open.
cause I know
your gonna make a mistake.

Keep your tongue under control at the dinner table
if you want to stay liked.
It's polite
Keep your tongue under control at the dinner table
if you want to stay liked.
It's polite.

© Miss Roberts

Flying Lessons

Stand with your hands outstretched - Breath into your stomach, mmm...soft and smooth.

He's trying to escape me now
As he stumbles across the flowers
and heading for the fence
and I'm watchin
I like the way he quivers
whenever I stand close.

He's trying to escape me now
I like to see him try.

He's a very old man
White haired to his knees
like the way he talks and he talks
to me.

Sucking air through his teeth

He's taking flying lessons
flying lessons.

Feathers on his elbows
white hairs underneath
Like the way he breaths
and he breaths
down my back.

Sucking air through his teeth

He's taking flying lessons
flying lessons.

Well he took us round the world
and showed us all those things
and since angels are rare things
I had to keep him, take him
make him mine.
I like the way he quivers
whenever I come close

Flying Lessons,
higher, higher, higher, higher

He's a very old Man
white haired to his knees
take him on my back
take him home
to please me.

He's taking flying lessons
Flying lessons.

©Miss Roberts

Mice

So this is it
the train
the seats
the windows
The thoughts on other people’s shoes

But They’re in disguise
Can you hear the mice?
Can you hear the mice?

Nervous stares all around
as we crawl along
the London underground

They’re all aliens
They’re aliens I'm sure

Today I consider escalators
stair impersonators
creatures of slow motion
with an automatic notion
to tame your feet

They’re all aliens
They’re aliens I'm sure

You see the mice on the tracks
You see them as you wait for your train
You think their vermin but their not
Oh no their not.

They’re all aliens
They’re aliens I'm sure
Bred by the train company
Bred till their big and fat
Squeezed all their fluids flooding out
Used to power the trains
Cheaper than gasoline!

They’re all aliens

© Miss Roberts

Threads

In the blood
In the gene
Malformed and obscene
Like a crack in the glass
Or a whisker in the cream
There’s a snake in the garden
She goes unseen
Like a splinter in your finger
Or a devil in a dream

Give a rich man his needle
See if he’ll fit through
There is a question at the gates
But just for a few
There a snake in the garden she goes unseen

Made to break
A plot with a twist
Poison in the apple that you can’t resist
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out

In the blood
In the gene
Malformed and obscene
Like a crack in the glass
Or a whisker in the cream
There’s a snake in the garden
She goes unseen
Like a splinter in your finger
Or a devil in a dream
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out

© Miss Roberts