Janine (BBC Radio Session D.L.T. Show) - 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