Little Bubble

Friday night and you're on the phone

To everyone you've ever known

Nothing grand to celebrate

With all the people that you hate

Half an hour spent in the bath

Dry your hair in the aftermath

... Johnny and a Stanley knife

Either way the nights are right

And I can never tell

If your heaven is my hell

And I can't understand

Whether you enjoy your callous plan

Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble

Friday night and you're on the phone

To everyone you've ever known

Nothing grand to celebrate

With all the people that you hate

And I can never tell

If your heaven is my hell

And I can't understand

Whether you enjoy your callous plan

Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble

Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble

Your little bubble follows me everywhere

Inside your bubble where you just don't care

You throw yourself about everywhere

Your little bubble