Bauhaus - Swing the heartache

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise lipstick stained and whip-cream lies I feel that if I had been uglier it would have been easier There it sat, blinked and spat in a black feather hat and the 'the rat' (I now possess quasi success) But she wants to be a better singer swing the heartache just for her sake but she wants to be a better singer swing the heartache just for her sake.