The lanes were silent With nothing or no one around for miles I doused our friendly venture With a hard-faced Three-word gesture I started something I forced you into a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something ...and now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams That's what Tradition means And I doused another venture With a gesture That was...absolutly vile I started something Forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something ...and now I'm not too sure I garbbed you by the guilded beams That's what Tradition means And now eighteen months' hard-labour Seems..fair enough I started something Forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure |
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