| Leave the youth just as they are
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| For example, take our Nigel & Fiona
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| It’s their anniversary
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| How’s this for a plan?
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| First, a shower after work
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| Nigel’s had it, he could throw
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| Away his mobile, all he does is slave away
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| But those bastards are never satisfied
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| She waits at home, magazines ring, Fiona
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| She sells their space by phone
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| What she would really do is design
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| Maybe in time
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| When you’re not in a hurry
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| When you’re cool on your own
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| When today’s good as any
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| Then you’re ready for love
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| When their words never hurt you
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| When their words only help
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| Bring you home to yourself
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| Then you’re ready for love
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| Next our couple wines and dines
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| Plus it’s Friday, almost every Friday’s
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| Curry, they will barely fight tonight
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| Just gifts and a kiss
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| Neil is standing in the queue
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| With the pills for pills
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| Their Neil is brilliant
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| Sometimes with a few to spare
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| So he sells, what harm can pleasure do?
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| You check that sound?
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| Any club? |
| No, the Desden'
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| Their DJ’s in from Leeds
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| And they knew him before he was big
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| Oh, yes, they did
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| When you’re not in a hurry
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| When you’re cool on your own
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| When today’s good as any
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| Then you’re ready for love
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| When their words never hurt you
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| When their words only help
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| Bring you home to yourself
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| Then you’re ready for love
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| Their minds are high
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| Plus the sea is a dance floor
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| Fiona loves to move
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| Nigel watches her close from afar
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| Love hits us hard |