| I liked him from the moment we didn’t quite meet
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| Ignoring him by accident on Threadneedle Street
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| He was buying you a flower
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| He was speaking on the phone
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| He couldn’t wait to get home
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| His eyes remained blind to the undescribed friend
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| At your house he remained violently calm
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| At my house, where you never came, you spoke about him all the time
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| You were a very faithful woman
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| Speak up, answer me
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| What do you say?
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| I know he doesn’t please you in a sexual way
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| I know he’s cold-blooded, I know he’s far away
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| But never reveal the shoesize of the angel
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| I said to my friend with indescribable lack of charm
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| In the corner of the mirror he glimpsed the angel Michael’s shoes
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| I was crouching wearing them, sitting on a chair, right there in full view
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| Obvious to both of you, terrifying, ridiculous
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| Amidst no suspicious hairs
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| The sofa hid behind me while he failed to disappear
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| So I caught a bus in daylight, and your conscience was clear
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| You couldn’t get enough of his disappearing love
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| And so you never telephoned me
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| Speak up, answer me
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| What do you say?
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| I know he likes undressing you in white, cream and grey
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| I know he’s got no money, I know he makes you cry
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| But never reveal the shoesize of the angel
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| I said to my friend with indescribable lack of charm
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| The things you’d never spoken of seemed to turn him off
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| I worked out what you saw in him
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| Irreversible love
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| In full view of their boyfriends, I attracted no new partners
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| And you saw nothing great in me
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| Speak up, answer me
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| What do you say?
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| I know he likes undressing you in white, cream and grey
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| I know he’s got no money, I know he leaves you dry
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| But never reveal the shoesize of the angel
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| I said to my friend with indescribable lack of charm
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| With indifference I fail to meet you
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| You will not be learning my name
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| Shoesize of the angel, shoesize of the angel, shit!
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| Ha ha Beelzebub, stick him in the bottom with a Vaseline tub |