Can't see the forest or the treesInhaled the fumes and
All around the alphabetTo hide a sadder tale of someone
Cakebrick road in summer 1981, we shared a house and
Sometimes at night he'll phone me - he's lonelyHe think
Even the odd one out is in with a shoutWeather
I know she doesn't play the fieldBut she likes to
Hello, I'm Harry. I've had women I've had germsThey're
Out for a spell, I was slated. I'd lost
Soothe your fear, we're off where it's warmerHere's to all
I can see them coming beating paths to my doorCome
All I can hear is the clucking of tonguesI can
This is the tail, this is the noseSniffing, romancing and
I'm on a B road heading for the seaTo see
Always at the foot of the photograph - that's me
One at a time please ladies. Dont take the
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