thirteen,clever and bored
staring out of my window
so unadored..
all alone..and time to roam
around these rain soaked streets
i call home
Sunday papers ,blown away
across the old park
were i used to play
why don`t you believe me
when i say ,i talk for hours
on a broken phone
in my two up, two down
same as every other house
in the town
a red brick paradise,
so very comfortable,
i`m sure
you could be living next door
to Louis Pasteur
thirteen clever and bored
staring out of my window
so unadored.
all alone..and time to roam
around these rain soaked streets
i call home
Sunday papers, blown away
across the old park
were i used to play.
why don`t you believe
me when i say
i talk for hours
on a broken phone.
why don`t you believe me
i`m not a special case
just finding my place
in the human race.
in my two up,two down
same as every other house
in this town
a red brick paradise
so very comfortable
i`m sure
you could be living next door
to Louis Pasteur
I`m not am special case
I`m not a special case
i walk these rain streets
i call home.
so unadored,so unadored.
I`m a big Morrisey fan so got up early to write this
in his style.
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