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