Mother made quite a fuss
Police probed, investigated us
But it was all fun, artistic fake
Making money for god’s sake
Maybe McLaren was my Manet
A cash from chaos punk cliché
My naked flesh filled the screen
Underage, declared obscene
I didn’t mind playing Victorine
Being part of his money machine
She was later the whore Olympia
And like me created mild hysteria
From a generation with no future
I drew strength from this venture
But now my Manet has moved on
Anarchic in his musical denouement
Would I change any of this?
Regret I hadn’t covered my tits?
Oh god no! Just look at that stare
I’m now a fucking millionaire.
(photo: Bow Wow Wow album cover 1981)
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