Complex Person
The Pretenders
i'm a very very complex person
i try to improve but just see how i worsen
i'll do anything to make you adore me
or deplore me
but never ignore me
i've got senses that i cannae control
my stomach's like a bottomless hole
my desires command me lake a slave
i'm a knave i can hardly behave
i'm a very very complex person
i try to improve but just see how i worsen
i'll do anything to make you adore me
or deplore me
but never ignore me
i'm a peacenik but i'm going off to war
i coudn't even tell you what i'm really fighting for
it seems right
at least, it doesn't seem wrong
i'm a mixed up, fucked up, singer of a song
i'm a very very complex person
i try to improve but just see how i worsen
i'll do anything to make you adore me
or deplore me
but never ignore me
i refuse to keep a gun in my purse
imagine if i was feeling perverse
the builders and the workers
when they whistle and they shout
i'd like to give them something
to shout at me about
i'm a very very complex person
i try to improve but just see how i worsen
i'll do anything to make you adore me
or deplore me
but never ignore me