| Song | Glamour and Pain - Vocal |
| Artist | Joe Jackson |
| Album | Joe Jackson: Night and Day II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I've had that dream again | |
| Where i'm flying thirty feet | |
| Above the street again | |
| Looking though windows, there you are | |
| Sit down to eat again | |
| It's the usual egg foo yung | |
| You watch tv again | |
| Put the kids to bed | |
| And then i see you reaching for my number | |
| Then i hate you even more | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly - no-one feels my pain | |
| No-one hears me cry - no-one knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain - glamour and pain | |
| Do you remember me | |
| Or just the shiny shiny shoes i had you kiss for me? | |
| And my legs as smooth as chrome | |
| Were you in ecstasy | |
| As you were pumping out a flood of dollar bills for me | |
| I'd cry mascara tears | |
| If only i could give a **** about it | |
| And though you can't recall | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly - no-one feels my pain | |
| No-one hears me cry - no-one knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain - glamour and pain | |
| I'm hanging in the air | |
| I look in your window at my own lipstick reflection there | |
| And behind it such a precious son et lumi锇e | |
| Of all the normal stuff about which i'm supposed to care | |
| I'd like to smash right through | |
| And help myself to your silverware | |
| To cut your throat and run | |
| Or maybe i'd just laugh at your expression | |
| Hooray for superwhore | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly - no-one feels my pain | |
| No-one hears me cry - no-one knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain - glamour and pain | |
| See me fly - feel my pain | |
| Hear me cry - know my name | |
| Glamour and pain |
| I' ve had that dream again | |
| Where i' m flying thirty feet | |
| Above the street again | |
| Looking though windows, there you are | |
| Sit down to eat again | |
| It' s the usual egg foo yung | |
| You watch tv again | |
| Put the kids to bed | |
| And then i see you reaching for my number | |
| Then i hate you even more | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly noone feels my pain | |
| Noone hears me cry noone knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain glamour and pain | |
| Do you remember me | |
| Or just the shiny shiny shoes i had you kiss for me? | |
| And my legs as smooth as chrome | |
| Were you in ecstasy | |
| As you were pumping out a flood of dollar bills for me | |
| I' d cry mascara tears | |
| If only i could give a about it | |
| And though you can' t recall | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly noone feels my pain | |
| Noone hears me cry noone knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain glamour and pain | |
| I' m hanging in the air | |
| I look in your window at my own lipstick reflection there | |
| And behind it such a precious son et lumi e e | |
| Of all the normal stuff about which i' m supposed to care | |
| I' d like to smash right through | |
| And help myself to your silverware | |
| To cut your throat and run | |
| Or maybe i' d just laugh at your expression | |
| Hooray for superwhore | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly noone feels my pain | |
| Noone hears me cry noone knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain glamour and pain | |
| See me fly feel my pain | |
| Hear me cry know my name | |
| Glamour and pain |
| I' ve had that dream again | |
| Where i' m flying thirty feet | |
| Above the street again | |
| Looking though windows, there you are | |
| Sit down to eat again | |
| It' s the usual egg foo yung | |
| You watch tv again | |
| Put the kids to bed | |
| And then i see you reaching for my number | |
| Then i hate you even more | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly noone feels my pain | |
| Noone hears me cry noone knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain glamour and pain | |
| Do you remember me | |
| Or just the shiny shiny shoes i had you kiss for me? | |
| And my legs as smooth as chrome | |
| Were you in ecstasy | |
| As you were pumping out a flood of dollar bills for me | |
| I' d cry mascara tears | |
| If only i could give a about it | |
| And though you can' t recall | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly noone feels my pain | |
| Noone hears me cry noone knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain glamour and pain | |
| I' m hanging in the air | |
| I look in your window at my own lipstick reflection there | |
| And behind it such a precious son et lumi é e | |
| Of all the normal stuff about which i' m supposed to care | |
| I' d like to smash right through | |
| And help myself to your silverware | |
| To cut your throat and run | |
| Or maybe i' d just laugh at your expression | |
| Hooray for superwhore | |
| I see it all | |
| But no one sees me fly noone feels my pain | |
| Noone hears me cry noone knows my name | |
| Is glamour and pain glamour and pain | |
| See me fly feel my pain | |
| Hear me cry know my name | |
| Glamour and pain |