| Saw a man about fifty or so He looked lonely but his eyes were bright
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| He was walking up the Holland Park Road
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| And I stopped him to ask for a light
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| He practacally froze when I spoke
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| But eased when he saw my cigarette
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| Then I saw as he lit up my smoke
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| Beneath his coat he was naked and wet
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| With eyes full of shame
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| For he knew that I knew
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| He slumped to the wall with a moan
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| I said I know there’s no name
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| For what you go through
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| But how can you do it alone.
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| I crossed the street to the local newstore
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| Flicked through some cheap magazines
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| Beside me some schoolkid I saw
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| Push some girlie mags down into his jeans
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| The shop girl was watching amazed
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| Asked me to call for the police.
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| She screamed at his blushing young face
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| And he escaped into the streets.
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| With eyes full of shame etc.
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| Do it alone, how can you do it alone,
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| I need your help, so I can do it by myself.
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| Do it alone, don’t have to breathe down a phone
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| I ain’t got a clue, 'bout the things that you do But how… can you do it alone.
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| How can you do it.
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| Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower
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| And wasn’t too keen on me sharing
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| She came out well after an hour
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| And by that time I was past caring
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| Some women it seems have the knack
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| Of attaining that stars in their dreams
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| They simply relax and lay back
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| While people like us scratch our jeans.
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| With eyes full of shame
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| And I know it must show
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| I slump — and I fall and I groan
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| Will somebody explain
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| What I need to know
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| How can you do it alone.
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| How can you do it.
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| How can you do it without any help
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| How can you do it all by yourself. |