Lyrics:
Zoot Woman Living In A Magazine

: I've got a feeling It's automatic It's a physical feeling I'm gonna change this city

: Stay and hold the moment Lose your disappointment Promises made on plastic What is it you?re asking? You and I Just work it out When I couldn?t stand

: All different numbers I live the experience No conversation Another new town No explanation I'm not around All different numbers I live the experience

Call my name Cos it's a holiday home Two minutes too far away What can you tell the other one Dirty fiction can you call my name Cos it's a holiday

in your eye Paper faces For a paper girl Advertise to lonely eyes Living in a magazine And no disguise your wear can hide Living in a magazine

All different numbers I live the experience No conversation Another new town No explanation I'm not around All different numbers I live the experience

Jessie please don't go I know you hear me But words can't reach you now We had too far to go I know I'll miss you And time won't stop the feeling The

World games On the screen All eyes on line Preset fantasy No more romance Talking Watching Modern expression Closer we'll find Only know you could

more Call my name Cos it's a holiday home Two minutes too far away What can you tell the other one Dirty fiction can you call my name Cos it's a holiday