| I saw you out walking down Westbourne Grove
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| You caught my eye and your arm it rose
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| It rose in the sky, oh ever so high
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| But it wasn’t, my dear, to wave to me
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| It was simply to hail a big black taxi
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| Which you jumped in as fast as you possibly could
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| Well you know my dear I’m not made of wood
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| And my name may be Birch dear, but I’m not a tree
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| And I can see you ignoring me
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| And I’m beginning to think
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| Though I’m open to sway
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| Even when we’re old and grey
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| I think you might see me and look the other way
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| Just like you did only the other day
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| We’ll sit in th park with our grandchildren dear
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| And you’ll catch my eye and shout come over here
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| But it won’t be me that you’re calling dear
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| It’ll be your young Jimmy or Jenny or Jack
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| And one of us will have near heart attack
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| Grandad, grandad what’s wrong with you
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| Why oh why are we rushing to the zoo
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| Shut up Jimmy stop your talking
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| Grab my hand and keep on walking
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| And I’m beginning to think
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| Though I’m open to sway
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| Even when we’re old and grey
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| I think you might see me and simply look the other way
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| Just like you did only the other day
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| I know that you’ll say this is all in my mind
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| And I’m prone to delusions
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| And things of that kind
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| Well now it’s been well over a year
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| And there’s no more time for shadding a tear
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| Yes you left and I behaved badly
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| But you know at that time
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| I loved you so madly
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| Don’t be mean don’t be mean, don’t be mean don’t be mean
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| Don’t be mean don’t be mean, don’t be mean don’t be mean
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| And I’m beginning to think
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| Though I’m open to sway
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| That even when we’re old and grey
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| I think you might see me and look the other way
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| Just like you did only the other day
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| Goodbye dear
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| Goodbye |