| Sixteen years old, looking for a hideaway
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| I’m a set designer, my Mum and Dad thinking I’m gay
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| I’m a lazy bugger, but I like my spart
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| Like girls and music, I’m happy, happy sort (of a guy)
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| But there’s one thing I’m lacking, it’s sexual experience
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| So I ask you, my sweetheart, save me from this wilderness
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| I’ve dreamed, honey, of a night like this
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| Where I come from, love is just a hole in the wall
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| And the steel mills ring out and generations heed the call
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| And the rain never stops and the skies are grey
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| And the chance of romance, slim as a bright sunny day
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| This is partly the reason, I’m so overwhelmed and shy
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| Because your beauty, by contrast, is gonna make a young man cry
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| I’ve dreamed, honey, of a night like this
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| I’ve schemed, honey, of a night like this
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| You don’t know what it means to a boy from a suburban home
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| To be left with a woman like you, completely alone
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| I’ve dreamed, honey, of a night like this
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| Nice place you’ve got here, babe, never seen a house like this
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| Pool like an ocean, bed like a football pitch
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| ll the guys at the boozer, won’t believe my luck
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| But it couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke (than me)
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| So here we are, the record’s gotten stuck in the groove
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| My knees are trembling, c’mon baby, make your move
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| I’ve dreamed, honey, of a night like this
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| I’ve schemed, honey, of a night like this
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| I’ve dreamed, I’ve schemed, honey, of a night like this
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| I’ve dreamed, honey, of a night like this |