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His pyjamas lie there in my bed |
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His comb stuck in my brush |
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I said what's all this? |
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His shoes stand in a tidy row |
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That's nice to see when you get home |
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What's all this? |
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His after-shave hangs in the air |
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He might have chosen mine to wear |
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What's all this? |
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You say he's moved in with you here |
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You point me to the door, that's clear |
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What's all this? |
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His favourite dish upon the stove |
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I'd shove my fist right down his throat but mustn't |
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No, I mustn't |
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Of embarassment he shows no trace |
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His friendly smile lights up the place |
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He's grinning, just grinning! |
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How come I deserve to be |
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The fool that he makes out of me |
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At least you could have given me a clue |
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You could have had a one-night fling |
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In time I'd forget everything |
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But I've got no chance |
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I'm left no time to understand |
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If you could see you've hurried love. |
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His head slumped on his double chin |
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Since when d'you go for a slob like him |
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What's all this? |
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What's that you say? |
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How come you throw your heart to waste |
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On such a sponge, a blubber-face? |
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What's that? |
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What's it all about? |
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I left you often on your own |
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For him you kick me out of house and home |
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What's all this? |
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What's all it about? |
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You try to seem such perfect lovers |
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Oh how you two deserve each other |
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So innocent, but laughing too loud |
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You must have really suffered guilt so |
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As you were tossing in your pillows |
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Since when have you had a heart made of stone? |
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You drank my love up in one go. |
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How come I deserve to be |
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The fool that he makes out of me |
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At least you could have given me a clue |
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You could have had a one-night fling |
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In time I'd forget everything |
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But I've got no chance |
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I'm left no time to understand |
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If you could see you've hurried love. |
