| She’s not a picture above somebody’s fire
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| She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer
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| She waits to get even with me
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| She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
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| Explains that she’ll be late to a worryin' mother
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| She meets me in Piccadilly
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| A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
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| His song relays worlds of most good intentions
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| A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection
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| She talks about office, she talks about dresses
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| She’s seen one she fancies her smile is impressing
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| So maybe I’ll treat her someday
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| We queue among strangers and strange conversation
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| Love’s on the lips of all forms of engagements
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| All queuing to see tonight’s play
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| A man behind me talks to his young lady
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| He’s happy that she is expecting his baby
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| His wife won’t be pleased but she’s not been round lately
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| The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
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| Escaped in the rain for an Indian curry
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| At the candle lit Taj Mahal
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| My lips to a napkin, I called for a taxi
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| The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me
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| My mind took a devious role
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| The cab took us home through a night I’d not noticed
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| The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez
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| My arm around love but my acting was hopeless
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| We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire
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| We kissed to the sound of the silence that we’d hired
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| Now captured, your love in my arms
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| A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry
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| Mum went to bed without wind of the curry
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| Our secret love made its advance
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| Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
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| Loose change in my pocket, it started to rattle
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| Her heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Her heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Her heart like a gun was just half of the battle
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| Heart like a gun was just half of the battle |