Police Constable Creep

 

I'm a match stick girl
In the mirror I'm thin
You buy me clothes too big
Is that my punishment

You build me up and take me out
Spend your money
Then smash me down

You hold
You hold your hand up to my face
And I fold
I fold away so small
Take up no space at all

You and that bloody red rose
Follow me
You're a champion stalker P.C.
Your paranoid phone calls
Bother me
PC Creep

You hold
You hold your hand up to my face
And I fold
I fold away so small
Take up no space at all

I'm a match stick girl
In the mirror I'm thin
I stopped feeling when you owned me
It makes you feel strong
Does it
This panic alarm
Protecting the public from
People like you

It's criminal

PC Creep
You hold your hand up to my face
And I fold
I fold away so small
Take up no space at all

To the next stick girl


 

Words and music by Rebecca Blackman. Copyright 2007.