Who is the one who hark goes there?
Who is the one with the golden hair?
Why, it's that hot guy from LFN
His name is----- Jurgen
Royettes have been slinging smut
Did I mention he has a nice butt?
He's the cool guy in class
Because he kicked Michael's ass
When he made out with Nikita
He swept her off her feet-a
Whatever some may badmouth
Whatever some will say
I'm with Jman all the freakin' way
Bruce Payne
It's a shame
You ain't in
More flicks
We're sick of
The DiCaprios
And all of the Pitts
Bruce Willis is a dork
How dare he have your name
You should have the glory
And all of the fame
When Nikita needed nookie
Mikey crumbled like a cookie.
He went limp, it wasn't workin';
To the rescue, came our Jurgen.
Just one
Unbelievable
Return
Good for Nikita
Enemy of Michael
Never died
Payne in the morning,
Payne in the evening,
Payne at supper time,
Be my little Payne man
and love me all the time!
There one was a young man named Michael
Whom Section thought they could "recycle"
Till, inspite all of his flair,
He had no love to spare
And his actions were purely maniacal.
The Royettes yell and scream
while we dream a dream
Of a man who stole our hearts
The ones he didn't are just farts (better make that TARTS)
We adore a man with blonde hairy
No one in PT called HIM a fairy
Let em have their blank stare
We'll enjoy lobster underwear
We will go the extra mile
For the man who brings a smile
The one who taught us to love Payne
And makes us happy again and again
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Jurgen is a god
And has a great bod.
roses are dead
violets are through
i'll get you, you s.o.b.,
if it's the last thing i do
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Jurgen's a God
And we are devoted to you!
The warmth of your smile
the twinkle of your eye
the broadness of your shoulders
the muslces of your thigh!
You pour out your heart
and prove you do have a soul
you give yourself completely
without any preconceived goal!
When everythings done
What else can we say
J-man's a STUD
And Michael is...gay!
In the white room with no light at the Section.
Black-suited Michael, no emotion, blank staring.
Silver-hair Ops gives a detainee black eyes.
Maddy smiles, pleased with the beating, sheer contentment.
Nikita lives in this place where the sun never shines;
Her soul dies in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
They said nothing could protect her from the Section.
Evil darkness, deep dispair, goodbye windows.
Nikita lives such a sad life at the Section.
As she walked in she felt her own death just beginning.
She waits in the hope for Jurgen to come back;
cries missing him where the shadows run from themselves.
At the Section she was light in dark crowd.
Con-SOUL-ation for the many wounds inflicted.
Innocent victims darken her blue eyes.
She's just breathing, goodbye windows, tired story.
She lives in this place with a dying crowd;
Her light in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
Who loves you, Nikita baby
Who's gonna help you feel alive
Who loves you pretty mama
Even though you pulled a knife
(Who loves you...)
Who loves you, Nikita baby
Who's gonna love you,
(Who loves you...)
Who loves you, pretty baby
When tears are in your eyes and rats have scratched your face
When Michael's lied to keep you his and in this place
Baby when you're feelin' like you'll never see the morning light
Come to me, baby you will see...
Who loves you, pretty baby
Who's gonna help you through the night
Who loves you pretty mama
Who's always there to make it
(Who loves you...)
Who loves you, pretty baby
Who's gonna love you mama
(Who loves you...)
Who loves you, pretty baby
Verse 2:
And when you think that Michael and the Section world is but a lie
You keep on tryin'
but you really don't know why
Baby when you need light to help the dark pain drift away
Come to me, baby you will see
Who loves you Nikita baby
Who's gonna help you have a better life
Who loves you pretty mama
Who's always there to make it right
(Who loves you...)
Who's gonna love you, love you
Who's gonna love you
(Who loves you...)
Who's gonna love you, love you
Who's gonna love you
Remember when you were young, you slept with a gun
Shine on you crazy operative
Now theres a blank stare in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy operative
You were caught on the crossfire of passion and terror
blew up the home queen and her court
Come on you starlet of state sanctioned murder,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You resorted to lies and secrets too soon, your soul remains forever entombed
Shine on you crazy operative
Dwell by shadows at night, remain unexposed by the light.
Shine on you crazy operative.
You are alive at home in this death called a prison raise to the occasion, whatever it takes
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you killer, you sniper, you prisoner, and shine!
Welcome to the Section
Welcome my son, welcome to the Section.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and bombs for Boys.
You bought a gun to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the Section.
Welcome my son, welcome to the Section.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of power and pleasure and pain,
You always dreamt you would rule. You tried by blowing up the school.
So welcome to the Section.
Give me your word
Give me the sign
Show me where to look
Tell me what will I find.
Teach me to see, show me what to feel
Let me know that love is real, your love is real
Lay me all night, I'll ignore the phone
Let Michael listen while we moan...
Oh...Jurgen let your love shine bright
Love is in the water
Love is in the air
Show me where to go
Tell me will love be there
Teach me how to speak
Teach me how to share
Teach me where to go
Tell me will love be there
Oh, Jurgen let your love shine bright
Sometimes it's hard to be Nikita
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times, he'll have good times
Doin' things that you don't understand
But if you love him, you'll go find him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him, oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a special ops.
Stand by your J-man, give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely.
Stand by your J-man, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can.
Stand by your J-man.
Stand by your J-man, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can.
Stand by your J-man.
You've come to tell me something
You think I ought to know
You don't love me anymore
in fact you never did.
Ya say you're gonna kill the JMan
But I don't believe you can
Cause you ain't man enough
to bomb my man
Chorus
Men like you are a dime a dozen
You can buy 'em anywhere
For you to blow him up,
I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here.
It'll be over my dead body,
so jerk off while you can.
Cause you ain't man enough to bomb my man.
Sometimes a bomb won't detonate
And I wonder how that can be
Could it be you screwed it up
Just to f*** with me?
You think that I'll come running
If Jurgen's in the Promised Land
But you ain't man enough to bomb my man
Men like you are a dime a dozen
You can buy 'em anywhere
For you to blow him up,
I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here.
It'll be over my dead body,
so jerk off while you can.
Cause you ain't man enough to bomb my man.
No you ain't man enough to bomb my man.
"Hey I'm Section's Number One Spy
Up to the day that I die
I'm gonna control--ya.
C--U--N--T--CONTROL--ya.
Mais oui chere, I sold ya
on my game babe
to roll ya ovah
And remind you I'm in control--duh."
[The tune fades off into nothingness as Michael's face transforms into blankness. Ding! Lights out.]