How many times have I been around?
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Recycled papers paving the ground
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Well, she lives for the written word
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And people come second, or possibly third
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And there is no style, but I say "well done"
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To the Girl Least Likely To
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Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
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But deep in my heart, I know I am not
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And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain
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Without my contribution So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
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To the Girl Least Likely To
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Page after page of sniping rage
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An English singe or an American tinge
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"There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year"
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(It's never in this year)
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I do think this, but I can't admit it
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To the Girl Least Likely To
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So one more song with no technique
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One more song which seems all wrong...
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And oh, the news is bad again
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See me as I am again
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And the scales of justice sway one way
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In the rooms of Those Least Likely To
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Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
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But the moods and the styles too frequently change
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From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29
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And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
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To the Girl Least Likely To
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Oh, one more song about The Queen
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Or standing around the shops with peas
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"But someone's got to make it !" she screams
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"So why why can't it be me?"
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But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
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Which is hurt
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So how many times will I shed a tear?
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And another stage of verse to cheer
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When you shine in the public eye, my dear
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Please remember these nights
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When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
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Because there's nothing I can say
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So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
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On everything (except your own life)
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And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
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And an explanation - it drains me
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If only there could be a way
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There is a different mood all over the world
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A different tune on familiar views
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And dearest, it could all be for you
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So will you come down and I'll meet you?
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With no more poems, with nothing to hear
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Oh darling, it's all for you...
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Darling, it's all for you...
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Oh darling, it's all for you...
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Oh darling, it's all for you...
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Girl Least Likely To
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Morrissey |