I'm a difficult man
I admit I'm not easy
At the drop
I’m here, taking off at speed
The world’s beneath my feet
And
I’m making my way home
The headlights blur and glow
Got my
On a television screen
Like a technicolour dream
Sea, sand and stone
Wreath 'round this ground I call my
Figure of divine perfection
No one's loved with more affection
Soul to
From the moment I dreamt you
I saw your face in
Another grand surprise
Your rapier wit cut me down to size
You
It’s quarter to three as he slips into his bed
Heaving
And if you could, you'd climb atop
The Eiffel Tower now,
You can read the signs, move in sight where you
I've put a magic spell on you.
Some kind of listed
She's blood, flesh and boneNo tucks or siliconeShe's touch, smell,
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