In a private world In a private world In a private world In a private world Out of the sewer And into the dustbin Lady Godiva cleans Her apartment Everything just so And set in place My, what a change In mood from tidying Oh yeah Sweep the floors And feather the edges Medicated chores What could be better than this? Then a prayer to Saint Spittle-and-Tears Later, she'll invite friends Over for drugs and drink Oh yeah Her mercurial body Aging grayedly With grace's zits and oily hair Concealer here, powder there There, there A private world Without beauty A private world Without territory Drifting in and out of fantasy The city's buzzing Her friends are snorting Sweet laughter on the balcony In a private world In a private world In a private world In a private world