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I'm feeling flirty Must be you heard me My knee is hurty I'm nearing thirty I'm taken to task evade Distractions fill up my nights "Look at the Cakes I made" I sing through a pair of stretched tights Continuing down the page The queen of Haverstock Hill Onto a marble stage arrives and tells us about the Cassettes and catgut A squealing sackbut I toast a pine nut and serve it in my hut Downstairs they're playing trance again That awful bendy guitar Up through the floor again It's 9 AM 'til I cry and Time And A Word, my friend inspires me more than guitars Playing in four that end Letras de cancionesexactly how they began Six months without an argument A girl with tresses like yours is what I always meant I should have done this before The second or third attempt at making somebody mine Seems to have worked for now I think I'm going to be fine From Letras Mania