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Pale, pubescent beasts Roam through the streets And coffee shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But while
Everybody knows that I love you, Everybody knows that I need you, Everybody knows that I do, Except you. I told the stars above, About the one I love
William wakes with his clothes on The morning call has been and gone And he might not make the flight but he will try, yeah Bit by bit it comes back
She's a diva lady She's a hopeless case She needs extra make-up For her extra face She's a hopeless case She's a diva lady She's got special needs She
I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm I promised my papa, I'd come to no harm And I went to the city where I was employed In a firm of accountants
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri In
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio skylight Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of gray-white All through
Do you remember that old TV show? 'Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World' Well, if ITV make a new series They ought to come take a look at my girl I don
When I hold you in my arms And look back on my charmed life My charmed life, I hope I hope if nothing more That one day you?ll call your life A charmed
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"Birds and planes go Through the rainbow Every day though You simply refuse Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels Are no big deal They're just big wheels with
It was not that long ago it first occurred to me That my mother was a person in her own right And now I realize how very lucky I have been And there,
Eric The Gardener Julius Cæsar came, saw, conquered, went away 'Cause it rained here all the time Too many sniffs and colds Got up his Roman nose
The lonely road you choose to travel on, it must seem awfully long Innocence all gone, it must be wrong to hide your lovely face away That music you play
You've got a personality We'll throw you in the sea and watch you drown, dumb it down Your concentration span's too long It's longer than this song, that
I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses Me and my lovely wife we're in the prime of life I wanna feel real
I found a photograph of you and me Drinking sangria somewhere by the sea There's laughter in our eyes and dreams in our hearts Before life waded in and
