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 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 Morrissey - Girl Least Likely To lyricsMorrissey LyricsHow many times have I been around? Recycled papers paving the ground Well she lives for the written word And people come second, or possibly third And there is no style, but I say owell done@ To the Girl Least Likely To Oh deep in my heart I wish I was wrong But deep in my heart I know I am not And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain Without my contribution So I sit, and I smile, and I say owell done@ To the Girl Least Likely To Page after page of sniping rage An English singe or an American tinge oThere's a publisher,@ she said in the new year oIt's never in this year@ I do think this but I can't admit it To the Girl Least Likely To So one more song with no technique One more song which seems all wrong And oh, the news is bad again See me as I am again And the Scales of Justice sway one way In the rooms of those least likely to Oh deep in my heart how I want to be wrong But the moods and the styles too frequently change >From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29 And I sit, and I smile and I say owell done@ To the Girl Least Likely To Oh one more song about The Queen Or standing around the shops with Bees oBut somebody's got to make it!@ she screams oSo why why can't it be me?@ But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart Which is hurt So how many times will I shed a tear And another stage of verse to cheer When you shine in the public eye, my dear Please remember these nights When I sit in support with a dutiful smile Because there's nothing I can say So chucking and churning and turning the knife On everything, except your own life And a clock somewhere strikes midnight And an explanation it drains me If only there could be a way There is a different mood all over the world [A different tune on familiar views And Guiness that could all be for you] So will you come down and I'll meet you With no more poems, with nothing to hit Oh darling, it's all for you... |
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