Capo on 6
Well we're here, we're at the common again
Smoked 6 of the 10 fags that I only bought an hour ago
Said well I, I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when I'm arguing with you
And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you
That I'm not half as bad as what you've been told
When I knock, at 102
I see your pyjamas and can't stop smiling at you
And that's why when, we're at the common again
I've been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin
Said well I, I, I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you're yapping on about him
But on this shirt, I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages contemplating
What to do, with myself
I called you up, at 102
And we just sat there for ages talking about
That boy what was getting onto you
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You