She grew thin, and uncommunicative   She's slipping in   Running water seemed to held her captive   Like a dream she once had   Never again      It's sinking in   There's no more birthday party   No more Songs of Praise   Again, we'll take her overdue books in   And who will pay the binmen?   He's gonna clear up the stains      Waiting for the colour change   Waiting for the colour changin'   She's waiting for Al Pacino   But he never came   Waiting for the colour change   Waiting for the colour changin'   Waiting for Al Pacino   But he never came      Tender limbs   She's unemotional and   A cover in Johnson's Baby Lotion   All over everything   Helps the blade go in   It's gonna take away the pain      Waiting for the colour change   Waiting for the colour changin'   Waiting for Al Pacino   But he never came   Waiting for the colour change   Waiting for the colour changin'   Blame it on Gary Barlow   And Jason Orange      She grew thin, and uncommunicative   She's slipping in   Running water seemed to held her captive   And taking a Philips Ladyshave   With ten inch razorblade   She opens up her veins      Waiting for the colour change   Waiting for the colour changin'   Waiting for Al Pacino   But he never came   She's waiting for the colour change   Waiting for the colour changin'   Blame it on Gary Barlow   And Jason Orange