(Poole/Martin/Poole) 
You want one thing 
Me another 
Call me everything under the 
Sun The sacrifice (Of all things heavenly) (All things sweet) (All things sugar) (All things nice) 
With a lethal aftertaste 
I Swallow a name from hell and 
I Wallow in the mud (Sweet angel) 
Wallow in the mud 
Your evil outweighs all your passion 
And a shouting match between us 
Leaves me breathing evil air 
Evil air, yeah 
And I phone the blue-eyed man coz he finds 
This little lost girl every time and 
I Am standing on the floor again 
On a feather pillow 
I rest my weary head 
Aaah, sweet escape! 
I wake up 
You put on the pressure 
How many bricks can you carry on your back today? 
And don’t come that innocent child with me 
It doesn’t work 
OK? Well I’ll play with the hard ball 
It’s the only way 
I want it 
But I’m allowed to be who 
I want Yeah there ain’t no rules in this game! 
Oh sweet escape 
Sweet escape