The city lights are beckoning
The sirens softly call
Of the fantasist and fetishists are preparing the ball
When you've been stuck here on the doorstep with nothing to forsake
Well you might as well be anyone's to take
So I give myself to strangers
Like I gave myself to you
But the tenderness are felt has been replaced by something new
And in the orgy I can vaguely hear the outline of your call
Well I might as well be anyone's at all
Every memory is sailing
To the kingdom of your soul
As you patiently await and lose all sense of self control
You were the lighthouse to my broken boat
But I've left you behind
Now I might as well be anyone's to find
Take my body
Take it from me
It is not worthy
Of your memory
I remember you undressing
As I sat myself on fire
And the funeral was quick as I lay lifeless on your pyre
Well it's a kind of desperation
And it's just something you can't fake
Oh I might as well be anyone's to take
So I give myself to strangers
Like I gave myself to you
But the unity I felt has been replaced by something new
Now I am Helen and I am Mary Jane
I am Robert and I am Paul
Oh I might as well be anyone's at all
Yes I might as well be anyone at all