She could have been a Barry island beauty queen but she went missing in the mainstream she got dolled up like a chemical birdbrain but still she failed to fly From the bus stop to the bomb pale and polluted she couldn't sing on Whispering words under lights of prostitution curb crawling with a thousand songs how long could it last in the discoteque another disposable worn out durex From the bus stop to the bomb pale and polluted she couldn't sing on In the cold war for the minimum wage the wife next bed put a hairdryer to her head and contemplated demi-wave From the bus stop to the bomb pale and polluted she couldn't sing on