LYRIC



We were both funny when I first saw you.
You squash spiders and the flashback starts:
Ramsay Street is where I’m standing in the Sunday air.

What are you doing with that new lover?
Who wears that cool dungarees,
When I wear a delightful pinafore,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you’re looking for is my cool ears.

So this is me swinging,
Standing in front of you saying, “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
And I go back to Sunday all the time.
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but smiling deeply,
Wishing I’d realised you are a wizard.
I’d go back to Sunday, turn around and do some loving.
I go back to Sunday quite often.

Sweetie, let’s do some walking,
This love is grubby but it’s hairy.
It’s a love story, sweetie,
Just be my poor maggot.

We are never ever ever going to try daring carelessly together,
We are never ever ever going to try daring carelessly together,
You go talk to your grandmother, talk to my aunt, talk to me,
But we are never ever ever ever going to try daring carelessly together,
Just singing carelessly forever.

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