The Poet Of My Dreams

I kissed a lot of frogs
Walked into many doors in the house of love
Came to make a stand and I got stood up

It seems impossible to find
A tender soul
Who's not a massive waste of time

You could be the poet of my dreams
You could really turn on my century
Fuck me like a god on a cheap settee
Or you could just be a total sleaze

I found a little room
The musée and the allee just around the rue 
A girl from Illawarra in full bloom

Smoke gets in my eyes 
Cruising through the salon in search of lost time
You can quote all my favorite lines

It seems impossible to find
A tender soul
Who's not a massive waste of time

You could be the poet of my dreams
You could really turn on my century
Fuck me like a god on a cheap settee
Or you could just be a total sleaze

Cradles of passion
Cities of light
Now that speed's in fashion
We can do it all night

I'm looking for that flame
It's been burning through the night since the ancient days
More than black coats and dirty nails

It seems impossible to find
A tender soul
Who's not a massive waste of time

You could be the poet of my dreams
You could really turn on my century
Fuck me like a god on a cheap settee
Or you could just be a total sleaze