There she was my soap box Derby queen 

The girl I loved was the girl from yesterday 

So I walked up to her and asked her what's your name? 

She smiled and turned I suppose it was my fame 

I want your body, I want your body Chloe 

I need your body 

I want your body, I want your body Chloe 

I need your body Chloe 

Chucked and died the all important cause 

That's when she started to see my flaws 

So she took my hand and we walked to Sydney parade 

Down an alleyway I met suburbia's grave 

There we stood in the pouring rain 

My eyes met hers 

She could see my pain