Now if you can stand
I would like to take you
She came from Greece
She had a thirst for knowledge
She studied
Well we were born within one hour of each other.
The room is cold and has been like this for
I spy a boy, I spy a girl
I spy the
She doesn't have to go to work
But she doesn't want
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We
There's nothing to do, so you just stay in bed
Oh,
When you raise your pencil skirt
Like a veil before my
I wrote the song two hours before we met
I didn't
Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant
Why don't you shut the door
And close the curtains, 'cos
Sitting alone on a cold bar stool,
Your cold, hard eyes
I'm being followed home, / I'm being followed home, /
There's not much time for talking,
All your friends are
Going to
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