| Song | Janine |
| Artist | David Bowie |
| Album | Man of Words/Man of Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:David Bowie Music:David Bowie | |
| Oh my love, Janine | |
| I'm helpless for your smile | |
| Like a Polish wanderer | |
| I travel ever onwards to your land | |
| And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand | |
| Your strange demand | |
| To 'collocate' my mind | |
| Scares me into gloom | |
| You're too intense | |
| I'll have to keep you in your place | |
| I've no defence | |
| I've got to keep my veil on my face | |
| Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well | |
| But I've got things inside my head | |
| That even I can't face | |
| Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls | |
| But if you take an axe to me | |
| You'll kill another man | |
| Not me at all | |
| You're fey, Janine | |
| A tripper to the last | |
| But if I catch you standing on my toes | |
| I'll have a right to shout you down | |
| For you're a lazy stream | |
| In which my thoughts would drown | |
| So stay, Janine | |
| And we can glide along | |
| I've caught your wings for laughs | |
| I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year | |
| So take your glasses off | |
| And don't act so sincere | |
| Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well | |
| But I've got things inside my head | |
| That even I can't face | |
| Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls | |
| But if you take an axe to me | |
| You'll kill another man | |
| Not me at all |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| Oh my love, Janine | |
| I' m helpless for your smile | |
| Like a Polish wanderer | |
| I travel ever onwards to your land | |
| And were it not just for the jewels, I' d close your hand | |
| Your strange demand | |
| To ' collocate' my mind | |
| Scares me into gloom | |
| You' re too intense | |
| I' ll have to keep you in your place | |
| I' ve no defence | |
| I' ve got to keep my veil on my face | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to know me well | |
| But I' ve got things inside my head | |
| That even I can' t face | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to crash my walls | |
| But if you take an axe to me | |
| You' ll kill another man | |
| Not me at all | |
| You' re fey, Janine | |
| A tripper to the last | |
| But if I catch you standing on my toes | |
| I' ll have a right to shout you down | |
| For you' re a lazy stream | |
| In which my thoughts would drown | |
| So stay, Janine | |
| And we can glide along | |
| I' ve caught your wings for laughs | |
| I' m not obliged to read you statements of the year | |
| So take your glasses off | |
| And don' t act so sincere | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to know me well | |
| But I' ve got things inside my head | |
| That even I can' t face | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to crash my walls | |
| But if you take an axe to me | |
| You' ll kill another man | |
| Not me at all |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| Oh my love, Janine | |
| I' m helpless for your smile | |
| Like a Polish wanderer | |
| I travel ever onwards to your land | |
| And were it not just for the jewels, I' d close your hand | |
| Your strange demand | |
| To ' collocate' my mind | |
| Scares me into gloom | |
| You' re too intense | |
| I' ll have to keep you in your place | |
| I' ve no defence | |
| I' ve got to keep my veil on my face | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to know me well | |
| But I' ve got things inside my head | |
| That even I can' t face | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to crash my walls | |
| But if you take an axe to me | |
| You' ll kill another man | |
| Not me at all | |
| You' re fey, Janine | |
| A tripper to the last | |
| But if I catch you standing on my toes | |
| I' ll have a right to shout you down | |
| For you' re a lazy stream | |
| In which my thoughts would drown | |
| So stay, Janine | |
| And we can glide along | |
| I' ve caught your wings for laughs | |
| I' m not obliged to read you statements of the year | |
| So take your glasses off | |
| And don' t act so sincere | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to know me well | |
| But I' ve got things inside my head | |
| That even I can' t face | |
| Janine, Janine, you' d like to crash my walls | |
| But if you take an axe to me | |
| You' ll kill another man | |
| Not me at all |