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You turn to the sinister when you get the boot | You turn to the sinister when you get the boot | ||
Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit | Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit | ||
Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines | |||
Lying on a slag | |||
She's only thirty-five going on seventeen | She's only thirty-five going on seventeen | ||
You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean | You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean | ||
And in every home there will be lots of time | And in every home there will be lots of time | ||
I will be all yours you might have been admired | I will be all yours you might have been admired | ||
(And in every home there will be lots of time) | (And in every home there will be lots of time) | ||
They say they're very sorry but you are not desired | They say they're very sorry but you are not desired | ||
Oh heaven preserve us | Oh heaven preserve us | ||
Oh heaven preserve us | Oh heaven preserve us | ||
Oh heaven preserve us | Oh heaven preserve us | ||
Because they don't deserve us | Because they don't deserve us | ||
Holding your life in your hand | Holding your life in your hand | ||
With an artificial limp wrist | With an artificial limp wrist | ||
And so a young blade becomes a has-been | And so a young blade becomes a has-been | ||
Looking for a new twist | Looking for a new twist | ||
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates | A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates | ||
He's in prison now she's running with his mates | He's in prison now she's running with his mates | ||
Sees him every Sunday | Sees him every Sunday | ||
And he asks her where she's been | And he asks her where she's been | ||
She's only thirty-five going on seventeen | She's only thirty-five going on seventeen | ||
She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her | She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her | ||
In between the sheets | In between the sheets | ||
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Revision as of 05:48, 3 May 2009
You turn to the sinister when you get the boot Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines She's only thirty-five going on seventeen You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean
And in every home there will be lots of time I will be all yours you might have been admired (And in every home there will be lots of time) They say they're very sorry but you are not desired Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Oh heaven preserve us Because they don't deserve us
Holding your life in your hand With an artificial limp wrist And so a young blade becomes a has-been Looking for a new twist
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates He's in prison now she's running with his mates Sees him every Sunday And he asks her where she's been She's only thirty-five going on seventeen She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her In between the sheets
(chorus)
