Well my heart has fallen down Thought I?d talked myself around But to be myself completely I?ve just got to let you down Well I knew I?d say goodbye
I?m bored out my mind Too sick to even care I?ll take a little walk Nobody?s going to know I?m in senior year It gives you a little free time I?ll just
Mornington Crescent I think of you Rain in the southeast Men feeling blue Men with their bowlers Kids with their spats Ladies with chauffeurs Dogs wearing
Honey lovin you is the greatest thing I get to be myself and I get to sing I get to play at being irresponsible I come home late at night and I love
For the price of a cup of tea You?d get a line of coke For the price of a night with me You?d be the village joke For the price of a pint of milk I?ll
In the hope I'll forget I'll wait It's a chance I'll take oh yeah In the hope I'll forget I'll wait For the time In the spring I'll watch my step
There's a portrait In a back room, Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some Imaginary friend
L-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back L-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back Refer to our discussions, confirm the terms of our
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I know you like her Well I like her too I know she likes you It's not as if I'm being sent off to War There are worse things in this world There'
Emma tried to run away, I followed her across the city, She went out to the Easterhouse, Because she liked the sound of it. She didn't have a single
I need someone to take some joy in something I do You need a man who's either rich or losing a screw You know I love you here's the irony You're going
I love my car I'll admit today I've gone too far To enamour myself of my little motor car I love my dog I love my pussy cat, I love the rat That
When I was a boy I was confounded by you Now I'm still a boy I am indebted to you Every song I ever wrote was written for you Written for you Now
In the board room the quiet man takes a Second to think what to do He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak And he hears his own voice For
Born on a Sunday, everyday is Monday That is what I've heard About the real world Up on the morning, Heading for the schoolyard Big boys being bullies