(Heaton/Rotheray)
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She'd brought along the oranges
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He'd brought the tea
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They'd both brought along a sick-bag just in case
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The plate of chicken sandwiches
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Were lovely they agreed
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And I watched him spit the bits into her face
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'Do you love me like you used to' he sighs
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'I love you twice as much' she replies
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They were on the train to Venice, where else?
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I think tonight I fancy myself
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I'd rather drink that toast to my own health
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I think tonight I'd rather love myself
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And if you drink that drink to your own health
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I think tonight I'd rather love myself
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Later in the evening
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The sun came rolling down
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And they talked about their fantasies and fears
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Between the heavy breathing
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And those lighter licking sounds
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I heard him whisper this question in her ear
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'Would you still love me if I lost my legs?'
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'I'd see that you were loved and you were fed'
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'I end up in a car crash almost dead'
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'For richer and for partly severed head'
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I'd rather drink that toast to my own health
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I think tonight I'd rather love myself
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And if you drink that drink to your own health
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I think tonight I'd rather love myself
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The neighbours ask them out but they flatly refuse
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'We're saving up for a world-wide cruise'
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With a choice between loneliness and love-sick QE2's
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Well tonight I choose - self-abuse
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A four-pack in the fridge
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A good book on the shelf
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I think tonight I'd rather love myself
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Tonight I Fancy Myself
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| The Beautiful South |
