| I assume you’ve met before
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| No we haven’t actually
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| Hi, my name’s Daniel
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| And who might you be?
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| She introduced herself
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| Then I/he offered her/me a drink
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| Now we’re together
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| S/he's the one for me
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| She wants to be a vegan but still eats cheese sandwiches
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| Holidays in Sweden, speaks three languages
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| Mandarin Chinese, Norwegian and English
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| Good girl most of the time but dabbles in cannabis
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| Which has its advantages for imaginative fantasists
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| A bit of an anarchist political activist but isn’t a twat with it
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| Has an ambition to make cinema, act in it
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| In fact, she’s already written a manuscript
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| She’s the whole package, gift wrapped in bandages
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| Ready to be unravelled now she’s found the right man to kiss
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| Sometimes we’re out and other lads try and chat her up
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| But she always has the perfect comeback to back her up
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| Before I saw her, I thought that I was lacking luck
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| But my next decision was ditching pessimism, pack it up
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| How could I hate a world that made this girl how she looks
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| So if you’re asking me my fantasy, that’s the stuff
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| Girl of my dreams
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| She’s the one for me
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| Girl of my dreams
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| Certainly the one for me
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| She’s got a soft spot for prog rock, often wears odd socks
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| Not because she’s kooky, but just because she’s got lots
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| Of other things on her mind like what time One Stop’s
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| Open so we can make some late night Quorn hot dogs
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| Like me, see, she’s got a wonky body clock
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| Sometimes it’s tomorrow before she nods off
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| With her it’s non-stop, she makes night brighter than the daytime
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| Utilises every second on the clock
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| We’ve got a lot in common — great minds
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| So we often say the same lines at the same time
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| She’s the alto counterpoint to my bassline
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| I knew she had soul when I heard it through the grapevine
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| Marvin Gaye, Sly Stone, Curtis Mayfield
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| Bill Withers, Billie Holiday, Dusty Springfield
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| She’ll spin vinyl, and I like the things she plays
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| I’m acquiring a taste for the the finer things of late
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| She’ll listen to bebop from 1958
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| Coleman, Coltrane, Tyner, Mingus, Davis
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| I’d find them in her playlist, that’s when I’d begin to say
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| This is too good to be true; |
| it’s like I’ve been to Vegas
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| The way that I’ve hit the jackpot, it’s nice to think I’ve made it
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| Light of my life, when she’s shining, it’s amazing
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| My spine was tingling ages once my eyes had seen her face
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| Because her smile’s an invitatition to a better place
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| Let us celebrate
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| With her monogamy is never monotony
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| She’s got lots of opinions which she expresses honestly
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| She dresses modestly, but knows she’s sexy (obviously)
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| Talks filthy but still says every letter properly
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| She’s got a Monopoly on me, hot property
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| But she knows well that a posh hotel is not for me
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| She’ll pop an e but never have a pop at me
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| For being drug free because she’s seen me when I’m ugly
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| Acting abominably and she still loves me phenomenally
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| When I go wrong, I just follow her lead
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| Come along with me, she says, because I wanna sleep together
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| So we throw our overcoats on and leave for heaven
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| She’s into literature, in particular, De Bernières
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| Firmly aware that living’s all about the journey there
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| She isn’t into girly affairs like perming her hair
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| But it’s sweet, she still sleeps with her first teddy bear
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| And when it’s early, she wears no make up, and has puffy eyes
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| But I find it a great look because she’s mine
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| She looks fine with her hair tied up or even better down
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| I swear that no-one looks better in a dressing gown
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| She’s so giggly that her nose goes wrinkly
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| Simply because I’ve been up to bring her a drink, you see
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| I’m into coffee, she likes a hot cup of tea
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| That’s one of the few topics on which we do not agree
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| She watches old films, ticks ones off she hasn’t seen
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| Her guilty pleasure’s reading gossip magazines
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| Now I often have a real problem with what I can believe
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| But seeing her, there’s not a chance I’m dreaming
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| She’s certainly the one for me
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| Man I really adore her
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| So I’m perching on my knee
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| And I’m kneeling before her
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| Six months' salary
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| On the ring that I’ve bought her
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| I ask her «Will you marry me?»
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| And she says «Dan, of…»
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| Errr no, for Pete’s sake
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| I had the girl of my dreams and wasn’t even awake |