| You remind me of Julie Christie in 'Billy Liar'
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| You, your milky youth
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| Wide eyed devotion and pure desire
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| You are open to all of my suggestions
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| But you are better for none of my pretensions
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| They get their way most times
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| But you’ll get your way this time
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| You cannot stay in this hole
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| You’ll get away this time
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| Warm with wayward hope
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| Your kisses breathless, your love divine
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| You left drama school
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| For shop floor restless, not by design
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| You are tired of provincial boutique Sundays
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| You want the mythical New York and Champs Elysee
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| Never try to profit
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| With fortune you can stop it
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| I’m afraid you will succeed
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| To find what capitals are cleaner
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| The grass is so much greener
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| Please don’t ever go to seed |