Texty: Kirsty MacColl. Celestine.

Oh she is hot, she's hot, she's hot
She's just a wild and wicked slut
And she lives inside my head and stops me sleeping
And when I think she's finally gone
Some guy arrives and turns her on
Then she parties until dawn
This can't go onCelestine
Get out my dreams
You're killing me so slowly

So many men, so many fights
So many parties and late nights
She plumbs the depths and hits the heights
That Celestine
She pretends that she can't hear me
She pretends she's nowhere near me
She just goes quiet and pretends that she's not in
But Celestine I know you're there
In your exotic underwear
And you are fixing up your hair now, Celestine

Celestine
Get out my dreams
You're killing me so slowly

My lover looked into my eyes
And I could tell by his surprise
It was not me he saw in there but Celestine
And now it's her that he lusts after
I can hear that wicked laughter
Still he comes to me but I know where he's been

Celestine
Get out my dreams
You're killing me so slowly

Celestine
Get out my dreams
You're killing me so slowly

My lover hasn't got a clue
He doesn't know that he's untrue
And it's not me he makes love to but Celestine
Oh yes she's hot, she's hot, she's hot
I guess she's everything I'm not
And she lives inside my head and stops me sleeping