.[Verse 1:]
Sitting in a mess still undressed
As a kettle whistle blows
Paper back Novelette still open
And the door is closed
[Pre-Chorus:]
You got a real sick mind
You write a column for The Times
For all the lovers gone blind
Who are looking for a.
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