of strangers The rich and the famous They don't count, no, they don't count Now I'm back on my beat, on the same greasy street There's an angel on my
window, I will shut my eyes and let go Promise me, you'll always be around when I fall And when I call On the river bridge up on the wall, looking down On
And it's like your holidays whenever you go 'round We always have a laugh and then we all get in The bath to save on the leccy bill me and Jo, and Phil
? Are you happy with yourself? Put the book back on the shelf Put the book back on the shelf Put the book back on the shelf Put the book back on the
Lyin' here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realize you fascinate me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and
Don't leave the light on baby My baby called me up to say Don't leave the light on baby I'll see you sometime maybe Don't leave the light on baby It finally dawned on
Everyone thought it was a shame For Belle and the boy Sebastian Belle was okay but, oh Sebastian Went too far again, crashed his car in the rain He wants to love and
Lying here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realise you fascinate me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and
kinds of strangers The rich and the famous They don't count No, they don't count Now I'm back on my beat On the same greasy street There's an angel on
From my window I will shut my eyes and let go Promise me you'll always be around when I fall And when I call On the river bridge up on the wall, looking down On
beat me up 'cause I crossed the march They said I need to learn a bit of respect But I am on their side and I follow the team When I get out of here
you talking to yourself? Are you happy with yourself? Put the book back on the shelf I know the company you keep You're on the sofa hidden deep While on
Is it wicked not to care when they say that you?re mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there? Is it wicked not to care, when you've
a lot Every night she'd be on the floor shakin' what she'd got Man, when I tell ya she was cool She was red hot, I mean steaming And that time over
myself across the dance floor I feel like dancing on my own Where no one knows me am where I Can cause offense just by the way I look And when I come
look at the kid from school He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool He's changing fashion, the way he dress The tracksuits are old and the
a lot in common I'll leave them to do what they want I'll leave them to do what they need to I'll go and play with words and pictures I'll admit I'm
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