I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hours flight
Or
Well I wrote my number down
Never wrote it down before
Was
Oh they might wear classic reeboks
Or knackered converse
Or trackie bottoms
[ALEX:]
Baby, I'm yours (Baby, I'm yours)
And I'll be yours
running off over next doors garden
before the hour is done
it's
There's always somebody taller
With more of a wit
And he's equipped
(Verse 1)
There's always somebody taller, with more of a
Brian,
Top marks for not tryin'
So I'd like you
My baby wants to drive the train
But don't you let
Get out the way, mister
With your short sharp tips
No, I
Sat at the side of the pool at one of
Thought I saw you in the battleship
but it was only
Outside the café by the cracker factory,
You were practising a
I so wanted it long but she cut it short
He knew what he wanted to say
But he dint know
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