She's Not Dead

She'll come to her end Locked in a car somewhere With exhaust in her hair What's she called? I don't know She's fucking with a slip of a man While the engine ran He said, "She's not dead" "She's gone away, gone away," he said And he said, "She's not dead" "Just go away, go away," he said In the car he couldn't afford They found his made-up name On her ankle chain So don't call, don't call her at home She's fucking with a slip of a man While the engine runs And he said, "She's not dead" "She's gone away, gone away," he said And he said, "She's not dead" "She's gone away, gone away," he said "Just gone away, gone away," he said "She's gone away to someone else's bed" --- She's Not Dead - Suede and The London Suede