| Shirley, it’s so exciting to be sleeping here in this new room,
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| Shirley, you’re my reason to get out of bed before noon
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| Shirley, you know when we sat out on the fire escape talking
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| Shirley, what did you say about running before we were walking?
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| Sometimes when we’re as close as this,
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| It’s like we’re in a dream
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| How can you lie there and think of England
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| When you don’t even know who’s in the team?
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| Shirley, your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle,
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| Shirley, we’re joined in the ideological cuddle
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| I’m celebrating my love to you
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| With a pint of beer and a new tattoo
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| And if you haven’t noticed yet
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| I’m more impressionable when my cement is wet
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| Politics and pregnancy are debated as we empty our glasses
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| And how I love those evening classes
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| Shirley, you really know how to make a young man angry
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| Shirley, can we get through the night without mentioning family?
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| The people from your church agree
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| It’s not much of a career
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| Trying the handles of parked cars
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| Whoops there goes another year, whoops there goes another pint of beer
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| Here we are in our summer years
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| Living on ice cream and chocolate kisses
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| And would leaves fall from the trees
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| If I was your old man and you was my missus? |