Portishead: G. barrow/b. gibbons/a. utely/l. schifrin/h. borrks/ o. turner To pretend that one can find Fantasies in morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden lies Courtesies that I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now... Cause nobody loves me, it's true¡¤ Not like you do... Covered by the blind belief in Fantasies of sinful screams Bear the facts, assume the doubt End the vows, no need to lie - enjoy Take a ride, take a shot now... Cause nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do... Not like you do... Oooooo, am I what am i Cause all I have left Is my memories of yesterday Oooooo, sour times... Cause nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do... Nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do Not like you do Not like you do Not like you do After time the bitter taste Of innocence disintegrates Scattered seeds, buried lives Histories that I despise revolve Circumstance will decide... Nobody loves me It's true... Not like you do... Not like you do... (repeat)