It all keeps going round and round
You want him to throw you
on the ground
Want him to kiss you
and say he's yours
Want him to fumble in your drawers
You get romantic fantasies
Complete with flowers
and birds and bees
Want him to woo you
and say sweet things
Even get to thinking of diamond rings
Ideologically unsound
Ideologically uncool
Who do you keep playing the fool
Always fall between two stools
Got ideas above your station?
Need some further education?
Think you'd better go back to school
Cos you're ideologically uncool
Full of envy... jealous with it
Know what you want
but just can't live it
Ideologically uncool
I'm lost, so are you
Very lost, just like you
No-one knows what the hell to do
Because we're
Ideologically unsound
