One, two One, two, three, four Give me something for the guillotine Give me something your heart Give me something for the best days of us Give me something wrapped in cellophane You say you want a new start I try and I try but I can’t stop I'm too fickle Set in my ways I'm too little too late Coming down like a limousine Full of drag queens and sharks It's all entertainment a trademark Underground, guess I'm guaranteed Pirouetting in the dark Well, I try but I can't be what I'm not I'm too fickle Set in my ways I'm too little too late Well I try but I can't, honey What can I say I'm too little too late Too late Too late Too late But if you tried, you might find That I was always enough for you When you're sat at home (when you're sat at home) Looking down that track (looking down that track) Well I was always enough for you But I'm too fickle Set in my ways I'm too little too late I try but I can't, honey What can I say I'm too little too late Too late Too late Too late