| Yes I cried the moment that her hand slapped my face
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| A mouth full of sandwich went all over the place
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| She left like a tornado the door of course slammed
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| I stood in the kitchen a very confused man
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| The thump thump of her foot steps went right up the stairs
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| The cat ran for cover to the living room chairs
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| But what was the problem what on earth could be wrong
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| To deserve a slapped face it all seemed far too strong
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| Rose I said, heaven knows what we’ve done
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| Rose I said, water flows under the bridge
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| Rose I said, heaven knows is this love
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| Rose I said, curtains close back to read the script
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| Up to the bedside where she lay in tears
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| The drawers were left half open, her clothes laying near
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| A suitcase tipped sideways at the end of the room
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| I swallowed my sandwich and picked up her boots
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| She turned just like an actress, a glare came my way
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| I said what’s the matter, what have I done today
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| She spat out the name of the girl across the road
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| I’ll never forget the way she flared her nose
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| Rose was the girl who some days I’d drive to work
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| She worked in the office as an articled clerk
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| Sometimes we had lunch in the pub along the street
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| There was nothing between us, just good company
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| I admit that I liked her but that’s all it was
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| I stood at the bedside in a state of shock
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| She heard it different from a friend she met today
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| Who says she saw us kissing down an alleyway
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| I felt like two people a Jekyll and a Hyde
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| I’d really made my bed to lay in this time
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| I picked with my tongue at the bread stuck in my teeth
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| There through the window, her house on the street
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| I knew I was guilty, I told myself to lie
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| It seemed to make no difference, on the bed she cried
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| I left with my head bowed I felt the curtain drop
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| Rose stood in the wings looking pretty in a frock |