I copy love really badly, more often than not.
  All too little I've wanted an awful lot.
 So I keep blowing you up,
 you keep coming apart,
it's this dirty big, dirty great,
dirty beating heart.

Dirty beating heart -
I love my love for you.
Dirty beating heart,
string me along.
Dirty beating heart,
you are like naked cable:
you're stale, unstable.
Dirty beating heart,
my carousel.

[Violin piece, first 'solo'.]

I'm on the trail of vapours
down a fancy colonnade,
where ghosts of stories parade.
Accept this wanton homage:
I love my love for you!
I am falling off a mountain without a view.

[Violin ends here.]

Dirty beating heart -
I love my love for you.
Dirty beating heart,
string me along.
Dirty beating heart,
you are like naked cable:
you're stale, unstable.
Dirty beating heart,
my carousel.

[Keyboard inlay.]

[Dirty beating heart.]
I really need to carry on.
[Dirty beating heart.]
I know all too well.
[Dirty beating heart.]
Wanton homage,
it's given gladly.
You copy love so badly.
[Dirty beating heart.]
How you string me along.

Dirty beating heart.
(My dirty beating heart.)
My Dirty beating heart
(my dirty beating heart.)
[My dirty beating heart.]
Love my dirty beating, dirty beating,
dirty beating, dirty beating heart.