I swear I wasn't cat-napping
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To edge into your life
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I didn't notice no sad thing
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(It's a sundance)
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To the strange strains that you entice
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Now you may walk into an ocean view
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(Exciting)
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It's like you have understood
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And I was just talking at you
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Talking at you
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For the good inside, the good inside of us
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Do you send me?
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No, you're a kind of dream
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But somewhere in the scheme of things
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We'll find who's Thursday's Child
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We don't have to undo you
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Or entertain your kind
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Only reason I talk to you
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Is 'cos I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind
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And checking out your resume
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And making out your plans
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The kisses are not something we can talk about
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They happened - and you laughed about it
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Laugh out loud
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Do you send me?
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No, you're a kind of dream
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But somewhere in the scheme of things
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We'll find who's Thursday's Child
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Once,
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Is our boast
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Do you?
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Would you?
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Only excite me
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To join us is a talking clock
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He tells us everything - we want him to stop
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But somewhere in the corner
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He's a-laughin', he's a-crying out loud
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For some kind of attention which isn't shrouded by
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Nicety is something which hangs around this stage
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Believe me when I tell you - you can act around it
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Mewl and puke about it
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I don't want to hurt you
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I just want to join in
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This is a kindly creamer
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A kindly crematorium
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Do you send me?
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No, you're a kind of dream
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But somewhere in the scheme of things
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We'll find who's Thursday's Child
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Thursday's Child
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| Tanita Tikaram |
