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tales of girls and boys and girls and marsupials
tales of girls and boys and girls and marsupials
dododododo...
baba
dododododo..
wahwahwahwah
baba
dodododo...
tales of girls and boys and marsupials
girls and boys and marsupials
tales of girls and boys and boys and marsupials
tales of girls and boys and boys and marsupials
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I've met someone that makes me feel seasick
Oh what a skill to have
Oh what a skill to have
So many skills that make her distinctive
But they're not mine to have
No they're not mine
Whenever she looks i read the nearest paper
No i don't care about the soaps
No i don't care about the soaps
Though i'm acting like i'm in an Eastenders episode
If this is a rom-com
Kill the director
If this is a rom-com
Kill the director please
Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don't talk to girls; they'll break your heart
And this is my head and this is my spout
They work together; they can't figure anything out
So with the angst of a teenage band
Here's another song about a gender i'll never understand
Here's another song about a gender i'll never understand
If this is a rom-com
Kill the director
If this is a rom-com
Kill the director
If this is a rom-com
Kill the director please
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget Bridget
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget Bridget
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget Bridget
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget Bridget
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget Bridget
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget
Bridget Jones
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I've just had the craziest week,
Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit.
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud,
It's theraputic somehow.
So I'm moving to New York cos I've got problems with my sleep,
And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve.
So I'm moving to New York cos I've got issues with my sleep,
Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me.
I put one foot forward and ended up thirty yards back.
And am I losing touch or am I just completely off the track?
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud,
It's theraputic somehow.
So I'm moving to New York cos I've got problems with my sleep,
And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve.
So I'm moving to New York cos I've got issues with my sleep,
Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me.
So I'm moving to New York cos I've got problems with my sleep,
And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve.
So I'm moving to New York cos I've got issues with my sleep,
Looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me
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I should have known you didn't have the time my dear
To let this twenty something bring you down with his list of fears
I'd like to think we had some good times though
It's just my inability to think outside the box I know!
She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(Go to Santa Go!)
I could see your interest wane my dear
She wanted Mary Poppins and I took her to King Lear
Yes we've had some spills shall I say
And I thought you were going to leave, but not that you'd evaporate
She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(Go to Santa Go!)
Please go to Santa go to Santa go go go.......
She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(Go to Santa Go!)
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Am I in a scene from 'Midsummer Nights Dream'?
I thought raves like these died in the 90s?
The forest is breathing along with us tonight
Upper Class thugs take middle-class drugs
And we all get lowered in size
This is not my scene, I should not be here tonight
Laura, ooh oh oooh oooh oh
Laura, get me home tonight
Trance music bangs a comical dance of cardboard boxes and fish
We're the fairies from hell and we're all on a death wish
This is not my scene, this is killing me
I don't want to be here tonight
And the girl who can save me is well across the Pennines
Laura, ooh oh oooh oooh oh
Laura, get me home tonight
Laura, ooh oh oooh oooh oh
Laura, get me home tonight
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It all started on the school bus,
You were 9 and I was 10,
Remember you had a Walkman,
All I had was a middle part and a pen
Oh sweet Louise,
Whatever happened to her?
Then is all went downhill,
You grew tall I stayed the same,
I guess that's just puberty,
Making us boys all play a losing game
Oh sweet Louise
I always found it hard to work things through,
Those school uniforms made a joke,
Made a joke of me and you,
I'm glad I'm not back in school
She got an older boyfriend (how could she?)
Had a beard,
Smoked Marlboro red,
How can I compete with that? (how can he?)
I don't even know the location of the bike sheds
Oh sweet Louise
I always found it hard to work things through,
Those school uniforms made a joke,
Made a joke of me and you,
I always found it hard to work things through,
Those school uniforms made a joke,
Made a joke of me and you
I remember short skirts,
Long hair,
My hormones flying everywhere
I always found it hard to work things through,
Those school uniforms made a joke,
Made a joke of me and you,
I always found it hard to work things through,
Those school uniforms made a joke,
Made a joke of me and you
I'm glad I'm not back in school
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I'd say that this is darkest song I ever wrote.
No hint of a smile,
or the usual quirky anecdotes.
No, this is a song about someone knew what not to say, what not to do,
so now, I think I'll just be honest.
I hope that no one ever leaves,
'cause I don't wanna be alone with me,
not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile.
Here comes the love anxiety,
can't let it grab a hold of me,
not after last time.
Why'd you have to wear skirts and heels like that?
She's blinding anyway but now she's floodlighting up the match.
Well it's 20 minutes 'til showtime but the backstage is the stage tonight,
so now, I think I'll just be honest.
I hope that no one ever leaves,
'cause I don't wanna be alone with me,
not with the things that rush up and down this symphonous smile.
Here comes the love anxiety,
can't let it grab a hold of me,
not like the last time.
Here comes the love anxiety,
it's gonna grab a hold of me,
just like the last time.
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I'm back in Liverpool
and everything seems the same
but I worked something out last night
that changed this little boy's brain
a small piece of advice that took 22 years in the make
and i will break it for you now
please learn from my mistakes
please learn from my mistakes
let's dance to joy division
and celebrate the irony
everything is going wrong
but we're so happy
let's dance to joy division
and raise our glass to the ceiling
'cos this could all go so wrong
but we're just so happy
yeah, we're so happy
so if you're ever feeling down
grab your purse and take a taxi
to the darkest side of town
that's where we'll be
and we will wait for you
and lead you through the dancefloor
up to the dj booth
you know what to ask for
you know what to ask for
go ask for joy division
and celebrate the irony
everything is going wrong
but we're so happy
go ask for joy divison
and raise your glass to the ceiling
cos this could all go so wrong
but we're so happy
so happy
so let the love tear us apart
I found the cure for a broken heart
let it tear us apart
let the love tear us apart
I found the cure for a broken heart
let it tear us apart
so let the love tear us apart
I found the cure for a broken heart
let it tear us apart
let the love tear us apart
I found the cure for a broken heart
let it tear us apart
let's dance to joy division
and celebrate the irony
everything is going wrong
but we're so happy
let's dance to joy division
and raise our glass to the ceiling
cos this could all go so wrong
but we're so happy
yeah, we're so happy
so happy, yeah, we're so happy
so happy, yeah, we're so happy
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It's 8 o' clock and I'm feeling fine
I'm out on a date tonight
In a candle lit restaurant down by the riverside
Everything’s going alright I guess
She took down my number and home address
Everything was going perfectly until...
It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at the disco, I did something I'll never forget
It was a chat-up line built not to impress
More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress
My wires crossed like they've never done before
Well it's 3 o' clock and I'm feeling shite
I'm going home alone tonight
I made a move when it was well out of context
It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at the disco
I did something I'll never forget
It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
I made a move when it was well out of context
It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco, when she slapped me at the disco
It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
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I think the postman intercepts everything I try and send to you
'Cos he's infatuated and he's the fulcrum between us two
And i can't say i blame him 'cos i'd cheat a priest just to get to you
Oooooo...
She works in a dental practice 9 'till 5 how does she manage?
Considering her nights don't pass out 'till 3
So I guess that flossing is he last thing in her health routine
Oooooo...
And I don't mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There's no jealousy 'cos she's little pipedream fantasy
Oooooo...
I saw her slam back tequila's like Oliver Reed on an Irish stag doo
And I'll wait if you stay because foggy London town's not built for me or you
Don't leave Miss Pipedream 'cos i love you!
Oooooo...
And i don't mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There's no jealousy though she'll grind it out with friends but not with me
She's my little miss pipedream fantasy
Oooooo...
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I'm going to the doctors on friday
im going to the doctors on friday
they make me better, they give me pills and all sorts,
my GP's going to help me this friday
her name's suzanne and she's got a PhD
and i think that she likes me,
well she's always smiling,
Dont think im wasting your time
this is not a drama piece of mine
i'm not here to tell you lies
suzanne you better believe me this time
Help me suzanne, help help me suzanne!
Help me suzanne, help help me suzanne!
She told me to stop smoking but i'll do it anyways
they told me to stop smoking but i'll do it anyways
i don't care now, i can't see it hurt me
they told me to stop drinking but i'll do it anyway
they told me to stop drinking but i'll do it anyway
i don't care now, maybe ive died inside
Dont think im wasting your time
this is not a drama piece of mine
i'm not here to tell you lies
suzanne you better believe me this time
Help me suzanne, help help me suzanne!
Help me suzanne, help help me suzanne!
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She works downtown in an unmarked bar,
Flyin' round poles she always gave me the fright of my life
I didn't mean to get involved it was the alcohol
Mixed with and empty feeling inside
Its such a bad idea to fall in love with a 'lady of the night'
Why didn't God give her two left feet
Then she couldn't run away from me!
Months go by and I'm alone in bed
While she's greasing up for when the businessmen and lawyers arrive
I've got to wear a beard a suit and tie
To get past the door if I want to see my girl tonight
I go to all this effort just to see my fair Patricia going home with some other guy
Why didn't God give her two left feet
Then she couldn't run away from me!
Why didn't God give her two left feet
then she couldn't run away from me!
She thinks I'm sad and that's alright
But she doesn't hate me so there's my little alibi
I can't, I can't leave, I can't I can't I can't
She's my coked-up botox girl
Patricia, Patricia
Oh Patricia the Stripper you are my sunshine
Oh Patricia the stripper come on home tonight
Oh Patricia the Stripper you are my sunshine
So why can't you come home with me tonight?
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This is my first wedding and I hope it is my last
Things would be fantastic if me and the bride didn't have a past
So I stand by the buffet and submerse myself in brie
I'm tactically positioned
Yeah because the bar is near and the champagne's for free
Oooh oooh ooh ooh
This is my first wedding and I hope it passes quick,
If I’ve got no feelings for her then why is my stomach feeling so sick?
As they dance to their soppy song I pray it isn't love
Because she's my heartless bitch that I just can't seem to get enough of
Oooh oooh ooh ooh
She's not that beautiful, she's not that beautiful!
She'll steal your mind first then your car
she’s not that beautiful, she's not that beautiful!
Blame it on an evil twist of fate, that she created from the start
Just one more single malt then it’s off to bed for me
My head is spinning round and my legs are break-dancing (HE'S PISSED!)
I only meant to say farewell but I spilt more than my drink
I can't remember exactly what I said
but I remember being chased up the street!
Oooh oooh ooh ooh
She's not that beautiful, she's not that beautiful!
She'll steal your mind first then your car
She's not that beautiful, she's not that beautiful!
Blame it on an evil twist of fate, that she created from the start
She's not that beautiful, she's not that beautiful!
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