Yes, I enjoy what I do, very much
I enjoy being me, it's really good fun (Robert Smith, 1986)
I think they'll see right through my skin
Without eyes
The ghosts I see are all I want
For you to find me
But it's just my luck
That you can't see
Just like you want
When I'm asleep
Well it hurts to be like you
Oh, I know that I want
To be just like you
But it hurts for you too
Now I know why
They come out at night
Without saying bye
Well it hurts to be like you
Oh, I know that I want
To be just like you
But it hurts for you too
To be just like you
Oh, I know that I want
To be just like you
But it hurts for you too
But it hurts for you too
But it hurts for you