Judith, I’ll Do It

Strolling in the sun, smiling at everyone
The air is clean, sky’s bright, the parade’s filled with life
But cold sweat soaks my shirt when I dream of murder
Murder, murder, murder
 
Judith in your pleated skirt, who’d think you’d be so dirty?
Now I know I’ll do it, though it’s wrong to
Judith, gin-soaked flirt, how did you get to me?
Now I know he can see right through me
Judith in your bedsit room, don’t you think he knows?
Now you know I’d murder for you
 
I see his profile in the crowd, still beneath the gliding clouds
I wish I was the puppeteer – I’d walk his limbs right out of here
 
Passing by the Palace Pier, seagull shrieks give me the fear
You’re no good, nor am I – we don’t care, we don’t try
I feel cold sweat soak my shirt when I dream of murder
Murder, murder, murder
 
Judith in your pleated skirt, who’d think you’d be so dirty?
Now I know I’ll do it, though it’s wrong to
Judith, gin-soaked flirt, how did you get to me?
Now I know he can see right through me
Judith in your bedsit room, don’t you think he knows?
Now you know I’d murder for you