SUICIDE BLONDE was the color of her hair, like a cheap distraction for a new affair. She knew it would finish before it began. Something tells me you lost the plan. You want to make her. SUICIDE BLONDE. Love devastation. SUICIDE BLONDE. She stripped to the beat but her clothes stayed on. White light everywhere, but you can´t see a thing. Such a squeeze. A mad sad moment. Glory to you. Glory to you. Take me there. (Suicide Blonde/INXS)