There she was my soap box Derby queen

The girl I loved was the girl from yesterday

So I walked up to her and asked her what's your name?

She smiled and turned I suppose it was my fame

I want your body, I want your body Chloe

I need your body

I want your body, I want your body Chloe

I need your body Chloe

Chucked and died the all important cause

That's when she started to see my flaws

So she took my hand and we walked to Sydney parade

Down an alleyway I met suburbia's grave

There we stood in the pouring rain

My eyes met hers

She could see my pain