Love is a Bourgeois Construct - Pet Shop Boys, Claptone

I’ve been taking my time for a long time

Putting my feet up all odds

Speaking English as a foreign language

Any words that I haven’t forgot

I’ve been thinking how I can’t be bothered

To wash the dishes or remake the bed

What’s the point when I could just… instead?

I’ve been hanging as a fairy trif raf

Somewhere along the go hobrose

I don’t think it’s gonna be much longer

So I know they’re up, harlequin old codes

Love is a bourgeois construct

So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie

Like all their aspirations, it’s a fantasy

When you walked out you did me a favor

You made me see reality

This love is a bourgeois construct

It’s a blame turn to fallacy

You won’t see me with a bunch of losers

Promising fatality

Love doesn’t mean a thing to me

Talking tough as we linger

We’re better now, it’s clear to me

Love is a bourgeois construct

So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie

While we’re anchored forget the voices

I’ll just get along with what I’ve got

Watching the weeds in the garden

Putting my fear upon odds

I’ll explore the outer limits of boredom

Moaning periodically

Drift a far time, lonely lay about

That’s me

When you walked out you did me a favor

It’s absolutely clear to me

That love is a bourgeois construct

Just like they said at university

I’ve been taking my time for a long time

With all the shadow and forever its cost

Calculating what you’ve lost

Now I’m digging through my student paper bags

Flicking through Karl Marx again

Searching for the soul of England

Drinking tea like Tony Benn

Love is just a bourgeois construct

So give it up, the bourgeoisie

Until you come back to me

Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie

Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie

Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie

Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie

Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie

Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie

Talking tough and feeling bitter

We’re better now, it’s clear to me

That love is a bourgeois construct

So I’ve given up the bourgeoisie