I’m not one to cause a scene But I’m telling you know that it’s 5 past 3 gotta be up and out the door by 5 past 8 you’d better hope that you don’t make
You see him in the anchor on most days but every night on the weller or playing darts you see his game is really tight ooooooooooooooooohh ooooooooooooooooohh
In the back of his mind he could have been A prize fighter like Muhammad Ali Or maybe Prince Nazeem But in school he was prayed upon From the very start
Cause all the cars are slowing up And now the lights are going red And all these stupid little thoughts start swimming through my head The girl in front
It all started when she was 15 She met a young boy who introduced her to alcohol and nicotine She turned into a creature of the night With her short
Surrey girls like tight jeans Right up tight against their skin Take you home to the dark And show you what's in With glasses bigger than her face She
He spied her on the tube And she was wearing a bright red poppy Her beauty it shone through the silence As the commuters they tried not to make eye contact
Ooo ooo what if maybe Ooo ooo what if maybe Ooo ooo what if maybe I hadn't of met you, no I hadn't of met you What if maybe I was in the cool group
Our Danny boy He was a ladies man Our Danny boy Oh yes he had a plan To find the perfect bird And no he didn?t mind if he had to try a few along the
Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know
I wanna buy And a video cassette recorder yet I'm not sure why I wanna get married and have three kids 'Cause I'm lonely and I've got the hard dick Commuter
Try to make it last nothing you can do In a photograph, waoh The innocence you thought you?d lost Is staring back at you Young hearts beat fast Driving
I go to bed at night Wondering how I got here and you are not here... I dream of the time we were together hovering, or bodies discovering side by side
Some nights I can't feel my beating heart, I've got a second-hand body made with junk-yard parts. An (ink-blot?) head that makes it hard to care, Broke
I play Pac-Man and I watch T. V. I'm so happy 'cause it pleases me I couldn't really ask for anything else Maybe my own chain of Taco Bells I'm perfectly
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