I saw your head turn, as she crossed the street,
And I knew instinctively your eyes would meet,
You held that conversation without words,
And I stood there staring,
Do my eyes give away what I'm trying to say?
Look no further, 'cos I know we were meant for each other,
Look no further, I want to be in your life,
Look no further, 'cos I know we were meant for each other,
Look no further, Oooh no.
I heard the phone ringing, why d'you close the door?
You whisper secretly that it's hard to talk,
Beyond infatuation you've never known,
Your enemy is your ego,
What I'm trying to say is a dead giveaway,
Look no further, 'cos I know, we were meant for each other,
Look no further, I want to be in your life,
Look no further, 'cos I know we were meant for each other,
Look no further, Oooh no.
Look no further, 'cos I know, we were meant for each other,
Look no further, I want to be in your life,
Look no further, 'cos I know, we were meant for each other,
Look no further, Oooh no.
Look no further, we were meant for each other,
Look no further, we were meant for each other,
Look no further, Ooh no.Written by Sting & Stewart Copeland
I don't want to rent your house from you
I don't know how you can expect me to
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
Too many homeless on the streets at night
You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality what do you care
You deal in poverty you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
You go and call yourself a business man
You're just a parasite on Phylosan
You're just a middle-class middle-aged shit
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality what do you care
You deal in poverty you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
You go and call yourself a business man
You're just a parasite on Phylosan
You're just a middle-class middle-aged shit
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality what do you care
You deal in poverty you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes
I've got no weapon