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Forward Now
03:28
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Forward now
in too deep that’s my problem
I can’t wait.
Never mind it’s all right
I cross a bridge when I come to it.
I don’t suppose you would like to come out with me too?
No? I thought so.
Is this your boyfriend?
Pleased to meet you…
Just quit - you’ve done it again
you fool - what can you do to make amends?
Can we just be friends then?
I’ve said too much.
I’ve had too much to drink so please excuse me.
I’ve said too much and I think I should be leaving
you.
You’ll be in my dreams tonight
and in my dreams,
in my dreams I will love you.
Now and then, when I think,
which isn’t that often
but when
when I do, I think of you…
…I’ve forgotten what I…
what I was saying
but what I am saying is that I am lonely.
Please will you walk home?
Please walk home with me,
I just need a good friend.
You.
You’ll be in my dreams tonight
and in my dreams
in my dreams I will love you.
You.
You’ll be in my dreams tonight
and in my dreams
In my dreams you will love me.
Forward now, in too deep - that’s my problem.
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When you phone me - I don’t pick up.
If you come round - I won’t answer the door.
Write me a letter - I’ll send it back.
Send me an email - I’ll delete it - I’ll delete it - I’ll delete it quick.
If I see you - I’ll ignore you.
If I hear you - I’ll ignore you.
If I dream you - I’ll ignore you.
I’ll ignore you - I’ll ignore you - I’ll ignore you.
You’re the one who went absent without leave.
You’re the one who disappeared without a trace
then returned wanting everything the same.
Ain’t it strange how everything has changed.
It’s over - just leave it.
Don’t doubt it - believe it.
No way to retrieve it.
I want you - I want you to just stay away - so just stay away.
No regrets - no wasting time on guilt or shame.
No remorse - of course - we were both to blame
and maybe if we had the chance to change everything we’d see
that there are some things that were never meant to be
so I’ll ignore you.
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Doctor Lollipop
03:11
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Here he comes taking life in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Handing out cassettes of bands.
That’s just like Doctor Lollipop.
Stepping out into the traffic flow
with a stop sign that lets children go.
He’s the one they’ve all been waiting for.
Hits and flops and drops and swaps and so much more.
With the mop-heads he just wipes the floor
while behind his eyes he’s keeping music scores.
You can’t keep a good man down, he’s not meant for this town,
he won’t be staying round so make the most of Doctor Lollipop.
Late at night in his coffee cup
he sees his future somewhere else.
No need to talk about it much,
it’s written in the stars and shells
he kicks along the sea-front
as he’s walking to the pier.
He’s not sure how he came here to this
but in a way it is holiday bliss
as he records the sounds of sinking ships
and thinks about a future where he’ll reminisce
about being Doctor Lollipop.
He’s earnt his crust, he’s sung his song,
he knows which side the butter’s on, he won’t be staying long.
Here he comes with flyers in his hands.
Here comes Doctor Lollipop.
Looks to the right but left he stands.
Hear the cheers for Doctor Lollipop.
He spins his disc, the message clear,
you won’t start revolutions here.
It’s only time till he vacates
this bridge too far - they’ll have to wait
to discover
there’s not another
Doctor Lollipop.
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There you go filling your boots,
skin so thin it’s like a birthday suit.
Letting your hair down, nothing to lose.
Wearing in your pretty pants.
There you go strutting your stuff.
Too much is never enough.
They call you blind and you call their bluff.
You look buff in your pretty pants.
More power to your elbows, power to your fists.
Shouting your pout to the power of a kiss
and telling and yelling, taking the risks.
All the more power to your pretty pants.
When the mood shifts down a gear to peeved
pull up your socks, roll up your sleeves.
Inspiration is the key
that turns the lock from misery to fun.
It’s begun and it’s your shout.
No doubt what it’s all about.
Don’t hang fire, cast your clout
but hold on tight to your pretty pants.
Age restrictions don’t apply.
Stop the clock - time of your life.
Turn the dials to sky high,
flying by the seat of your pretty pants.
If you’ve given up on heartache and dead flowers
and you’re sick of just walking round the houses.
If you’re trapped inside just ticking off the hours
go ask the jo jo man where he gets his trousers.
‘Cause timing’s of the essence, time’s the thrill.
No time like a present of time to fill.
Keep clocking the watch and make sure you’re still
prancing in your pretty pants.
No nightmare caking a make-up face.
Plain Jane fame is the dream you chase.
You know what you mean and no means just
getting out your pretty pants.
Keep wearing out your pretty pants.
Keep stepping out in your pretty pants.
Keep leaping about in your pretty pants - oh yeah
keep on dancing you pretty pants.
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The Happy Somethings England, UK
Independently unpolished band who like to be happy. Unintentionally retro. Effortlessly uncool.
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