I'm Still Here And You Still Want Me
I think I'm talkin' about a girl that's made in some other kind of world
Has no form, has no name, and you can't find someone to blame
Cause St. Germain she comes from inside you
St. Germain she comes from inside
Don't let it rot
Drives a man, hides his shame, with a killer's feet
A useless man, a toxic rat, or a son of fleas
Like the black magic of dancing, he's torturing his soul
Then he gets it on the whole world
Drives a man, hides his shame, with a killer's feet
A useless man, a toxic rat, or a son of fleas
Like the black magic of dancing, he's torturing his soul
Then he gets it on the whole
Please still won't you take me with you?
This country's wide, a hole in me
Waste your body clothes every time
I hear you calling through my window to say
I'm still here and you still want me
I'm still here and you still want me