quickly she came dressed up for fame

riding her perfume downstairs

make up like glue she danced round the room

to the sound of her corduroy flares

lets go to town taxis all round

we could stop for a couple of beers

he looks at it all stifles a yawn

she tries not to look like she cares



what do i do now are we going under

what did i do wrong i though we had it sorted

out the other day maybe i'm just stupid

can't we try again

no one told me it was raining



can't face a club they walk to a nearby pub

watch a couple of bands

draining the glass they walk home at last

reaching for each others hands



nothing is said he goes to bed

dreaming of her on his own

she stays up all week watching him sleep

scared that she'll wake up alone



oh i'll miss you every day of your life

oh you'll feel it too you're not that strong

you know i'm on to you



oh i'll miss you every day of your life

and maybe when you're dead

i'll get some rest from holding onto you



what do i do now then are we going under

what did i do wrong i thought we had it sorted

is there someone else or am i too familiar

was it when i said i wanted to have children

tore up all your photos didn't feel too clever

spent the whole of sunday sticking you together

now i'd like to call you but i feel too awkward

some things need explaining

no one told me it was raining


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