| Although I nearly broke my neck trying to break the ice
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| I think you’re very nice
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| Let’s go and have a drink
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| What’d you think?
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| Throw a six and go to jail
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| Although I’ve met a mouthy man or two before
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| You’ve got the highest score I’m sure
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| I don’t mind if I do have a drink with you
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| Or two
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| Now you know
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| I’ll try and pull the verbal back a bit
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| In case your ear-ache threatens our relationship
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| As a master crook I’ve found out I’m a div
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| So now I make a meagre living as a spiv
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| Suitcha self
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| I’m not sure I want to tell you much about me recently
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| It’s hard to put it decently
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| I used to do exotic dances
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| But nowadays I concentrate on taking stupid chances
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| I feel like there’s a bond with you
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| I’m getting very fond of you
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| It’s good to correspond with you
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| Wish I could abscond with you
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Welcome to my quarters, pull a bed up
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| Sorry it’s a tip, it’s furnished from a skip
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| I rarely entertain here, usually I roll back pissed
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| Get blocked and fall straight in and kip
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| More fool me
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| I’m a very nosy person — can I look?
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| God you’ve got a lot of books, haven’t you?
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| I’m not much of a reader myself
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| Literature rather left me on the shelf as it were
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| I mean was
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| The days it isn’t going well, I tell the world to go to hell
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| And slam up here with Edgar Allen Poe and Ruth Rendell
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| And I feel better straight away
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| That’s all I can say about books
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| When I wake up and this is all gone
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| And something spoils it, it was all bollocks anyway
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| It will still be good
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well
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| Well, well, ah well, well, well |