| I seen her everyday now | |
| And boy has she got class | |
| She got diamonds on her fingers | |
| And rhythm in her ass | |
| I've tried to call her over | |
| But I must be made of glass | |
| Cos' she just looks right through me | |
| Keeps walking straight on past | |
| Walkin' straight on... | |
| I like your... | |
| Dig your... | |
| Day... | |
| Oh the day... | |
| Eats in fancy places | |
| Where the cover would pay my rent | |
| Steaks on silver platters | |
| And water costs 50 pence | |
| Tips up all the waiters | |
| And five will get you ten | |
| Still I'm waitin' in the lobby | |
| She won't even invite me in | |
| Won't even invite me... | |
| I like your kind of address | |
| Dig your style of clothes | |
| The day I stopped loving you | |
| Was the day you broke my nose | |
| (REPEAT CHORUS) (REPEAT BACKUP CHORUS) | |
| When she goes to the theatre | |
| It's always the latest show | |
| While I'll wait in some poolroom | |
| That's just across the road | |
| One time she saw me waiting | |
| And come across the spoke | |
| She said 'adieu' and grabbed my cue | |
| And shoved it down my throat | |
| (REPEAT CHORUS and BACKUP) |
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