She's got a mouth like Dennis Leary,
a smile like a diamond ring,
a head like Liam Brady
and she keeps me sorted and slim.
I'm sitting on my suitcase
till I'm hanging by my bootlace.
My wings are where I left them
'cos she had to amputate them.

and that's love... viva love...

I stretch my skin across my face
wander round from place to place,
never think to change it
or even rearrange it.
I fancied you so heavily,
I'll love you till I'm seventy
and never breathe a word about it,
let you think I'd do without it.

if that's love... viva love...

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