Oh, every time i pass you i'm

Inclined to look away

I don't know why, but some day

I will turn my head and say

Excuse me miss, but this glove is

It the one that you've just dropped

And you'll reply by saying “of course?br> or in as many words “get lost?p> i've never been successful

I mean with girls of my own age

They like the food and the wines i choose

But after that i'm afraid

That in the art of making love

I'm really so naive it's not true

I usually pretend i'm too tired

And then fall asleep as proof



And by the sound of things

It looks as though i'm doomed

To spend the rest of my life living in one room

Dreaming of how one cold and windy night quite cooly

Sophia loren seduced me



My name is john, i’m twenty one

I drive a ford cortina estate

If you'd care to join me in my room

I'll show you my license plate


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