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I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing Love you because, you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds |
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Line One is the time That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine And we cried Line Two we're away And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK When you're young Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case That you die Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Line Three I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind Line Four in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case You should die Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown When you are here You'll never hear the crack Of a frown |
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Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in Bed Laying there just watching telly Then think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her, fuck me And your love light shines like cardboard But your work shoes are glistening She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so' You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening' She'll grab your sweaty bollocks Then slowly raise her knee Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me Those lovely Sunday mornings With breakfast brought in bed Those blackbirds look like knitting needles Trying to peck your head Those birds will peck your soul out And throw away the key Don't marry her, fuck me And the kitchen's always tidy And the bathroom's always clean She's a diploma in 'just hiding things' You've a first in 'low esteem' When your socks smell of angels But your life smells of brie Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me |
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Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer |
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Old Red eyes is back Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door Old Red's in town And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed They're only red from all the women that I could've wed So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Listen up Old Red You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead Old Red Eyes is back His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head They're only red from all the things I could have done instead So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Blue is a street without an end Red is the colour of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the colour of farewell Old Red he died And every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side A lazy little tear running from each eye They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue |
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Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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Well I kept fantasizing your eyes were wide open
And it made me long for little last night Yes it was frantic, it was young, it was sweet But a sweet worth every bite Now I'm not normally one to be greedy But I had to be greedy with you 5 days, 6 days, the whole of the month Wouldn't satisfy my only sweet tooth Well it can take many years to forge a friendship It can take a lifetime to get close But we took all the shortcuts, used our hearts as a map And we still got closer than most Hey hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey So excuse my staring but it's just your looks Are a standard well above myself Your face might mean zip to you But to me it's something else All I can do is thank you And wish that every dream you have will come true 5 years, 6 years, the whole of your life I'll be wishing for the riches for you Well it can take many years to forge a friendship It can take a lifetime to get close But we took all the shortcuts, used our hearts as a map And we still got closer than most Hey hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey You dashed pretty's only chance of a compliment And gave the plain the blues Turned supermodel into last year's pull And got her down shining your shoes And I don't mean to be hod carrier Of the ordinary folks bad news But tell Miss World to fly to Mars If she really doesn't like to lose Well it can take many years to forge a friendship It can take a lifetime to get close But we took all the shortcuts, used our hearts as a map And we still got closer than most Hey hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey |
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You've heard it said a thousand times
But only heard his Broadway lines So baby please go, ain't, ain't part of the show Cause when your Romeo needs no cue or prompt The likelier your little heart be stomped by Baby don't go written, wrtten into his show Cause in the West End show your life played understudy to every part Got given all the dullest lines whilst the girls danced on your heart Baby please go (baby please go) Baby please go (baby please go) Baby please go (baby please go) The sorry tale we'd all applaud That only dripped and never poured But baby just go, let him, let him on with his show The leading snail leaves tell-tale lines The bullshit tower the loudest chimes But baby please go, ain't, aint part of the show Cause in the West End show your life played understudy to every part Got given all the dullest lines whilst the girls danced on your heart Baby please go (baby please go) Baby please go (baby please go) Baby please go (baby please go) Romantic love lines that we adored (baby forget them) They were read by men from idiot board (baby forget them) So a message from the wisest guy to broad Is best like flattery ignored Baby just let him go, let him on with the show Baby just let him go, let him on with the show |
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He was just a social drinker but social every night
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four She was just a silent thinker, silent every night He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didn't think the problem was his drink But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over And when the rotting flesh began to stink Cry freedom for the woman in the wall Cry freedom for she has no voice at all I hear her cry all day, all night I hear her voice from deep within the wall Made a cross from knitting needles Made a grave from koover bags Especially for the woman in the wall She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone Pretended that he thought he beard her speak Then at last it seemed that he was really winning He felt that he had some sort of grip But all of his new life was sent a-spinning When the rotting wall began to drip |
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It doesn't take a mathematician To add a simple sum Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb It doesn't take Robert The Bruce To see the web you've spun Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb It doesn't take a labrador To show a blind man sun Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb The sun, the sky, the moon, the stars Jupiter, Neptune and Mars All these things I clearly see It don't take a telescope for you to love me Dumb, dumb, dumb |
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Close your legs, open your mind Leave those compliments well behind Dig a little deeper into yourself And you may find Come over here just sit right down Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown I hear you've turned our young men Into dribbling clowns 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? Make their day and go ahead Remove your clothes lie on their bed Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet To the easily led And before you do just what you do Here' one thought for you to chew The men who run the business that you sell They screw you too 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? You're just another 365 night stand But you're so handy, you're so handy You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land But you're so handy, you're so handy Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls But you want more 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? He was trying to save his job He was, he was trying to save his job. |
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Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself Let love speak up itself So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face Let it breathe into us and put you back in place Let it breathe, let it breathe From the day it came into us till the day it wants to leave For it will, it will go And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello There will not be a send-off, a funeral or mass Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass 'To the world's greatest mum From the oldest swinger in town' Let love speak up itself Let love speak up itself Let it rise up in the morning and take us for that walk Let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk When we're too tired to talk And when you feel unhappy that I'm not the one I was Let love rot inside and let love palm you off Let it rot, let it rot Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot In a knot, in a knot Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot Hang them from a cleaver and say 'Look what we've got A man and a woman and guess what they forgot' 'To the world's greatest mum From the oldest swinger in town' Let love speak up itself |
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That grand facade will finally diminish
When he breaks your heart from start to finish SIsters dream of isles in paradise That ain't no use when the captain's just capsized The smile that you now know was a guise Left his clever lips and stole the prize So women take a loser's good advice Let your heart go floating out but use the anchor twice Don't feel ever sorry for the dicks Just grab that dice and hope you roll a six, a six That grand facade will finally diminish When he breaks your heart form start to finish Sisters dream of isles in paradise That ain't no use when the captain's just capsized The happiness that you now know was a guise Left his clever lips and stole the prize So women take a loser's good advice Let your heart go floating out but use the anchor twice Don't feel ever sorry for the dicks Just grab that dice and hope you roll a six, a six So as nature gave out semen to the jealous and the sick Jesus gave out candles to the dim or partially lit And woman you're a lighthouse while the candle only drips Girl you are a shining star in masculine eclipse In masculine eclipse, in masculine eclipse In masculine eclipse, in masculine eclipse.... |
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She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful and when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-Khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone |
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The super fly guy that you're courtin' now
Used to be a super-swot And the clothes he thinks look retro Are more 'Land That Time Forgot' And if he knows where he was standin' When J.F.K was shot Chances are though time's passed him by He's still standing within yards of that spot So if your hangover feels like the dart board Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye And paranoia that self-employer Is following in heavy disguise Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go He who used to float like a butterfly once Is floatin' like a glorious moth And the fly girls you hung around with then Are lucky if they even take off Dresses and skirts you thought were in Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth Like every flat beer that they serve around here We all start life as fabulous froth So why do you work yourself that hard When you don't even like the job? Why do you hate the small-time thief When it's your own time, you'll always rob? Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go |
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This is the dinner prepared This is the dress that I made This is the child I brought up And this is the woman you laid This is the woman you laid This is the perfume I wore This is the hotel we stayed This is the way that I lay And this is the woman you laid This is the woman you laid We promise ourselves this is no one-night stand Let us draw all the curtains and strike up the band And I'm thrilled by gentlest touch of your hand we pretend There's a tear, there's a tear Not through confusion through fear, through fear This is the smile that I wore This is the song that we played This is the way that I lay And this is the woman you laid, this is the woman you laid Next morning our eyes filled with sleepy regret A kiss and goodbye and a long cigarette But the pillow I lay on is cold and it's wet Can't pretend It's a tear, it's a tear Not through confusion, through fear, through fear And knowing at least that love came so near Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear Roll out the red carpets and unplug the phone Root out the photos you've already shown Cos this is one night you won't sleep alone Just one night There's a tear there's a tear Not through confusion through fear, through fear And knowing at least that love came so near Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear There's a tear, there's a tear Not through confusion, through fear Not through confusion, through fear. |
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> When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right When you called me a hopeless alcoholic I'm only hopeless after nine at night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the land of hope but not quite I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag But never been bono or sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been bad man sad man certified mad But never 007 or saint Trendsetter go getter international jet setter Are just a few things that I ain't The time you told class I was a half wit Was my very first 50 % Previous best in any other test Was either stolen copied or lent And when you branded me and every single one of my mates A waste of time and effort to teach Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums On someone else's deckchair and beach I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse But never been a legend to god New thing dumb thing even last year's thing Headbang? - not even a nod! I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged We've never caused a lady to faint Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy A few things they said that I ain't When popularity soared, hometown and abroad I spent most of it trying to breathe in Always ill at ease, too willing to please An inferior life's bargain bin When you come from a background of bargain bins You're bound to fear it ends where it begins So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud And too phoney to celebrate wins I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someones binbag But never been Bono or Sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been badman, sadman, certified mad But never 007 or Saint Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter Are just a few things that I ain't |
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Well sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name is like laying in a graveyard wide awake You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead I'm a stand-up comedian but I'd sit down if I could The world just seems to want folk like me to stand And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky And the laughter could be real or could be canned Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar Well living with a lying man could never really hurt But living with a drunk well no-one deserves And you're looking for your husband you're not sure he's still alive Don't bother with the cemetery he'll be down at liar's dive I'm a travelling businessman I just stopped in for one drink You'll find that I'm not like the other men Their noses are red whilst mine is only pink And they didn't choose their drink their drink chose them Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade He's visiting the seediest the shallowest of graves The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice They're singing |
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There's no more little secrets we haven't yet disclosed We bore the living daylights of anyone too close And all our cards at Christmas are written to us both Count them up who's got the most? Said we'd be close Said we'd work perfectly Said that we'd toast Beautiful company Closer than a sister to her baby brother Closer than a cat to the child that she'll smother It's too close for a lover It's too close for a lover We are each other We are each other We've been through all positions and this one's definitely best You move Middle East and I'll move Wild West What happened to our friendship we could easily have guessed Add it up we're self-possessed Said we'd be true Said we'd be so so proud Just me an you We'd shout it out aloud Closer than a sister to her baby brother Closer than a cat to the child that she'll smother It's too close for a lover It's too close for a lover We are each other We are each other Remember we went shopping and we went by piggyback I shaved all my legs and you grew hairs upon your back Well no-one's ever been since to this lover's shack It's a cul-de-sac Said we'd be close Said we'd work perfectly Said that we'd toast Beautiful company Said we'd be true Said we'd be so so proud Just me an you We'd shout it out aloud Closer than a sister to her baby brother Closer than a secret agent working under cover It's too close for a lover It's too close for a lover We are each other We are each other-a |
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No one wrote a song for me
Just instrumental not too long As sure as sure could ever be You'd only get the lyrics wrong No solo Chet Baker ever played lowered me slowly to my grave The prose that Keats and Yates would save was for King and Queen not knave I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn I have no psalm This song I have it has no beat Yes it has no beat No tapping of feet Yes it has no beat Yes it has no beat Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues Did he play for me to lose Cause just when round midnight falls That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn I have no psalm This song I have it has no beat Yes it has no beat Yes it has no beat No tapping of feet Yes it has no beat Now on that graveyard on that grave On that tombstone in the shade No poem written no accolade No We loved you ever sprayed There's just this feeling from that moss When epitaph you cannot read he must have lived it at budget cost So he deserves to be beneath I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn I have no psalm This song I have it has no beat Yes it has no beat Yes it has no beat No tapping of feet Yes it has no beat All that William Robinson wrote Not one of my pluses did he portray those lyrics stuck right down my throat I never hit It never hit My hit parade My hit parade My hit parade |
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This is my life and this is how it reads For every chapter, a thousand memories A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease Diary entry 9th of May '62 We've had some ugly babies but none were quite like you Diary entry '62 end of May It looks as if the nose and chin are definitely here to stay They're here to stay, they're here to stay If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking I'm a failure You are, you are And if I seem half-hearted, it's because I'm broken hearted And I'm a failure You are, you are, you are (I am) You are, you are, you are (I am) This is my life and this is how it reads A documentary that nobody believes Albert Steptoe in 'Gone with the Breeze' Mother played by Peter Beardsley, father by John Cleese Diary entry '68 end of the year A cardboard Apollo 6 has given the all clear 11th December '68 Captain's log Proposed trip to Mars is cancelled due to fog It's due to fog, it's due to fog If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking I'm a failure You are, you are And if I seem half-hearted, it's because I'm broken hearted And I'm a failure You are, you are, you are (I am) You are, you are, you are (I am) This is the play, it was I who wrote the script Terry meets June in 'Tales from the Crypt' It was going to be a film but the camera person slipped They later found him scolding a banana Diary entry 10th of April '89 The world is going mad but me I'm doing fine I'm doing fine Back to bed, back to reality |
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All the secrets we have shared have moved to a couple better paired
So if he impales himself on javelin or spike I will try my best to be the perfect lookalike And if he wants to be smart and enter a property quiz Every weed in the garden's mine but the lawnmower's his Every weed in the garden's mine but the lawnmower's his And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch I will gladly supplement that extra little inch And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not his If they've got my fingerprints on, they're mine, not his Now you've found someone new, may I watch him do what I used to do So if he dies an ugly death or even if he faints I'll be there at the window with my face pressed up against Maybe I shouted too loud, maybe you were blissfully deaf But I hope he's a better sport than he was a ref I hope he's a better sport than he was a ref And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch I will gladly supplement that extra little inch And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not his If they've got my fingerprints on, they're mine, not his I hope he likes to fly and is a good host to every guest 'Cause there's less chance of dying in a crash than being bored to death Yes, there's less chance of dying in a crash than being bored to death And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch I will gladly supplement that extra little inch And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not his If they've got my fingerprints on, they're mine, not his Now you've found someone new |
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I once had a friend who I loved from my heart But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts Take me back So I'll cry with a limp Just get by on a limb Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek And farewell my sweet Northern Rose Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die Those bloody great ballads we hated at first Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse Save us from baldness and saving the earth Take me back And I'll smile with a limp And I'll love with a limp Till the clouds disappear from above And as the storm moves away all I can say Is there's a towel on the door for your love Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die, let it die |
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They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish |
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Like the toupee on a fading fame The final whistle in a losing game Thick lipstick on a five year old girl It makes you think it's a plastic world A plastic world and we're all plastic too Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do You're trying to walk like giants but you're wearing Pluto's shoes And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun A howling scream in a church asleep Rusty bicycle in an ocean deep Like an ear-ring on the newly born Strong perfume on a winter's morn The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee Well if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me There's only one God There should be two or three One God There should be two or three One God There should be two or three Two or three |
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Eyes to take you dancing mouth to leave your wife Legs to run away with and you wonder why? Heart that makes you bypass every other girl Smile that keeps you grinning at the madness of this world But like the blackbird on the wire I will not take the prey on you You wouldn't want me to For I am too soft for such a thing And like the blackbird on the wire I just watch you by The tears I knew I'd cry Fall unnoticed down below Front to make you happy back to make you weep Lips to keep you kissing whilst everyone's asleep Tears to break a backbone laughs to win a war And people come and ask me what I love you for But like the blackbird on the wire I will not take the prey on you You wouldn't want me to For I am too soft for such a thing And like the blackbird on the wire I just watch you by The tears I knew I'd cry Fall unnoticed down below And with a tongue built from quicksilver and a character of steel They actually come and ask me How I feel But like the blackbird on the wire I will not take the prey on you You wouldn't want me to For I am too soft for such a thing And like the blackbird on the wire I just watch you by The tears I knew I'd cry Fall unnoticed down below |
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