February 1989 - Big Noise - BIP 503 (cassette) & BIP 503V (LP) - BOP CASSETTES

Louise & I

Casual Friends

Monday Morning After

My Girl

Big Noise

Mathematically Speaking

Louise and I

You watched us like a hawk as we talked

Louise and I

Looked at the way she looked at me

now you know why

You better watch out

You better be good

Because I'm coming to take her,

coming to take her away

Your friends think you're blind or a fool

to let me stay

But they don't know that you love me also

it's the modern way

Casual Friends

You can make my day

If you stay tonight

I want you a lot

You're a lot to want

But we could become

Casual friends

We could talk all night

Talk about tarts

And the crimes of our hearts

And I could make you see

That you could be happy with me

You could take me out

On the town

Buy me a drink

And tell me all you think

And I could make you see

That you could be happy with me

Monday Morning After

When you ask me why you can't sleep

I blame the company you keep

In bottles and cans under the bed

Where you used to keep a man

You hold down a job

You hold down a drink

You're a young professional Alcoholic

And every day's a monday morning after

Every day's a monday morning after

It's a matter of time

Every minute you're late for work

Every hour you're drunk a day

Every night you ask me what I think

But can't remember what I say

My Girl

Well what do you expect?

You will have everything of her

And all I want to keep

Is my girl

All I want is my girl

And your girlfriend

You have her body

You have her mind

You fill the drawers in her room

With the clothes you leave behind

She has your coat

She has your manner and your speech

So much of her is you

And everything that you preach

I bought her cigarettes

I gave her French parfum

You say I stole your pride

And without pride you have nothing

But this empty room

Big Noise

If you were crucified I'd be made to carry your cross

However whatever whoever you lose, it's my loss

I am a samaritan, a martyr to your phone

You make a big noise for such a little mouth

You make a big noise for such a pretty mouth

You make a big noise

And so much crying sounds like singing to me, to me

You have a habit of complaining as if it has to be my fault

That you're running out of friends, you're rubbing your wounds with salt

I can hear your tears a hundred miles away from here

You make a big noise for such a little mouth

You make a big noise for such a pretty mouth

You make a big noise

And so much crying sounds like singing to me, to me

Why do words I've heard so many times

So badly slurred still hold my mind

Still touch my heart and still hurt, still hurt

Mathematically Speaking

Say goodbye to David and I

We might never come back, can you wonder why?

Add up our good days, subtract the fights

Multiply by five years that somehow we let slip by

Mathematically speaking, we divided your love

And from two into nothing the remainder is none

He will take what's his and I will take what's mine

And you can keep whatever you can find that we leave behind

Add up our good days, subtract the fights

Multiply by five years that somehow we let slip by

Mathematically speaking, we divided your love

And from two into nothing the remainder is none,

from two into nothing the remainder is none