| Sitting on the veranda, with my old girl Miranda
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| 5 o’clock shadows soft in the gloom
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| In love after a fashion, we’re broke, spent all our passion
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| 9 o’clock and we’re off to our room
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| Coming like a habit, coming like a ritual
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| The same old tête-à-tête in your dreamy feather-bed
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| You give lessons in parrot fashion love
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| The same old tête-à-tête in your dreamy feather-bed
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| You give lessons in parrot fashion love
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| Drunk and disabled we’re both under the table
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| With the crumbs, in the doldrums we play
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| Good loving and laughter, we both know what we’re after
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| And there don’t seem a lot left to say
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| Coming like a habit, coming like a ritual
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| The same old tête-à-tête in your dreamy feather-bed
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| You give lessons in parrot fashion love
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| The same old tête-à-tête in your dreamy feather-bed
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| You give lessons in parrot fashion love
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| Polly want a cracker, Polly want a cracker
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| The same old tête-à-tête in your dreamy feather-bed
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| You give lessons in parrot fashion love
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| The same old tête-à-tête in your dreamy feather-bed
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| You give lessons in parrot fashion love, love, love, love
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| The same old monotone, you’re gonna wind up on your own
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| You learned your lesson, no more parrot fashion love
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| Parrot fashion love
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| Love, love, love |