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Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said: |
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'When in rome don't feed the lions' |
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What is meant I can't hazard a guess |
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But now I've learned my lesson I'm a better person |
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I'm filled up with high hopes and I'm fed up with soft soaps |
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Long in the tooth and short on wisdom |
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Up to here with the ache of it |
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And if the matchmaker calls hand in hand |
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With a catch of the day I'll rise to the bait |
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But it'll still be more than a heart can take |
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More than feeling great |
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Mmore than a tongue can tell |
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I'd need to take leave of my senses to get a moment's rest |
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Following in footsteps |
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Footsure in fancy dress |
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Head in my hands I'm making plans |
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Hoovering up for the day |
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When the matchmaker calls hand in hand |
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With the catch of the day I'll raise to the bait |
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But it'll still be more then a heart can take |
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More than feeling great |
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More than a tongue can tell |
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And the itch to get rich quick |
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Has never been so hard to reach |
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With my hands tied behind my back |
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Shin deep in cement and sand |
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Just like the anchor man I broke loose |
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And crashed to the sea bed |
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Clutching the shortest straw |
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And if you threw me a line that's as smart as you think |
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It wouldn't stop me sinking down to cry |
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On what flashed before my eyes |
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What flashed before my eyes |