Lyrics
I'm
feeling
flirty
Must
be
you
heard
me
My
knee
is
hurty
I'm
nearing
thirty
I'm
taken
to
task
evade
Distractions
fill
up
my
nights
"Look
at
the
cakes
I
made"
I
sing
through
a
pair
of
stretched
tights
Continuing
down
the
page
The
queen
of
Haverstock
Hill
Onto
a
marble
stage
Arrives
and
tells
us
about
the
Cassettes
and
catgut
A
squealing
sack
but
I
toast
a
pine
nut
And
serve
it
in
my
hut
Downstairs
they're
playing
trance
again
That
awful
bendy
guitar
Up
through
the
floor
again
It's
9 am,
'til
I
cry
And
Time
And
A
Word,
my
friend
Inspires
me
more
than
guitars
Playing
in
four
that
end
Exactly
how
they
began
Six
months
without
an
argument
A
girl
with
tresses
like
yours
Is
what
I
always
meant
I
should
have
done
this
before
The
second
or
third
attempt
At
making
somebody
mine
Seems
to
have
worked
for
now
I
think
I'm
going
to
be
fine
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