| We should get a little flat
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| Somewhere we could call our own
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| We deserve a hideaway
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| Some place we can be alone
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| I know someone I can phone
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| Who’ll start working right away
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| He knows Knightsbridge back to front
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| I’ll get on to him today
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| He will find a pied-à-terre
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| In a quiet, private square
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| A romantic secret lair
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| To continue our aff-
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| Thanks, but no
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| I’m eighteen
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| There’s a world out there
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| That I’ve never seen
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| I’m too young
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| I can’t let you lock me away
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| Why do men
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| Always feel
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| They can tie you down
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| With this mistress spiel
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| I don’t want to become
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| A walking cliché
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| Freedom means the world to me
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| I’m really sorry, Jack
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| I just have to be free
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| You’d still be free as a bird
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| I would never cramp your style
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| You could go your own sweet way
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| I’d come by once in a while
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| I’m sure you mean what you say
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| I’m really sorry, Jack
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| It never works that way
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| (She gets out of bed, throws her arms around him and pecks him on the cheek.)
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| Got time for a cup of tea before you go?
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| (STEPHEN WARD steps forward to address the audience.)
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| And so, after a quite short relationship — exciting for him, and pretty
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| run-of-the-mill for Christine — they parted company, with nothing to give
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| anyone the slightest hint that the two of them had just enjoyed one of the most
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| notorious affairs of the century |