| In 1985, me and Michelle — we used to sit on the steps
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| Next
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| To
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| The bigger kids playground
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| They played football
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| British Bulldog
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| We held hands until the bell went
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| But that’s as far as I remember
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| Till
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| One September
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| Maybe 7, 8
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| I arrived a little late
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| To my first day at my new school
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| I thought I was really cool!
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| But how happily children hate
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| Soon I didn’t feel so great
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| Didn’t take 2 seconds, of the lesson, to berate
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| My magic jumper
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| It said magic on it
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| Might as well have said tragic on it
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| I declared my love for little Debbie
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| And the children laughed en masse
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| Teacher had to calm the class
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| Later find me on the grass
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| Underneath some giant kid called Jonathan’s ass
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| Sunday grief and mass
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| Wishing for washing machines
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| Scenes were many
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| I was very — shall I say passionate?
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| That might be pushing it
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| Honestly — more of a show off —
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| Desperately wanting to go off with Ellie —
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| Have many adventures, like in them books
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| I offered to lend her
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| Anne Of Green Gables gave me the wrong idea —
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| Girls just weren’t like that
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| And I couldn’t find her
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| Louisa Alcott got me building castles in the clouds
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| And I’d have tussles with the crowds
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| Because my shirts were loud
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| Because my hair as long
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| Because I bleached it blonde
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| LOVE
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| All I ever really wanted was to have somebody say
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| That I was all they ever wanted in this world and that was
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| LOVE
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| I wore my heart upon my sleeve
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| In such a way you wouldn’t believe
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| Beneath those velvet skies at night
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| I might be trite
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| I might be
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| LOVE
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| Despite the spite I didn’t pander
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| To them twats in Lower Bangor
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| Still looked like some Western Manga
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| Joined the drama club —
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| Miranda I met there and most couldn’t stand her
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| She had long hair, eyes like a Panda
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| Miranda rhymed best with «veranda»
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| But we never found one to stand her
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| Up on top of
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| And I rang her
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| Every night for, like, 3 months
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| And people took the piss
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| BUT!
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| We were in love — the most love!
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| Walked around Anglesey mountains hand in hand
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| Miranda, me, and man —
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| Rwanda was as real to us a as Santa Claus
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| Because we was just kids in love
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| 14 and a little bit —
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| Miranda’s stand a little bit above me
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| It to I had to hand her —
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| After six months, I couldn’t stand her
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| Anymore
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| And I was bored
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| So Miranda I ignored
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| I stayed in bed and there I planned to
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| Do away with my Miranda
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| No more rhyming with veranda
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| I’m an island — here’s my sand
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| I can’t keep track of all the grains —
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| And if it rains, I can’t swear that I’ll stay the same, Miranda
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| But it’s still the same, Miranda
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| I might have got a little blander
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| A little closer now to flanders
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| But in the grander scheme of things, Miranda
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| There aren’t queens and kings
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| There’s only matter, Miranda
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| And it doesn’t really matter…
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| LOVE
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| All I ever really thought I wanted
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| Apart from when I got it
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| Then I’d plunder stuff
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| And wonder if I really was in love
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| You’re not supposed to fake it —
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| You’re supposed to make it
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| Hit the post and break it
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| When it’s time to take it, naked
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| Baby I know love!
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| It’s in the movies, songs and books
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| But if we move these songs and look
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| There’s nothing in the way
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| And you can find something to say but…
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| All I ever really wanted was to have somebody say
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| That I was all they ever wanted
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| In this word
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| And that
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| Was
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| Love
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| Published by BMG Music Publishing. |
| Lyrics reprinted with permission |