Duet with Steve Coogan
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It's a short term affair
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you're my children's au-pair
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but I just couldn't bear
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to keep my hands off you
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I was barely eighteen
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what you did was obscene
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but to me it felt clean
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what else was I to do?
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The memory still lingers
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you're cooking the kids fish-fingers
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and ironing
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Each morning you'd come down
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in your paisley dressing gown
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then you'd sing
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and the yearning started for a
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Short term affair
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no intention to stray
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I was caught in your snare
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but my wife was away
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it was so debonair
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so I thought what the hey
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I knew I couldn't resist
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It was a short term affair
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you're the man, you're the boss
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when I found you right there
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like the father I lost
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cleaning our silver-ware
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so to hell with the cost
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right then at once we kissed
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You took me to the kitchen
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your hands kinda started twitchin'
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I felt so shy
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Nothing could stop what followed
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lucky for me you swallowed
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every lie
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I know it's all over now
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try to be strong somehow
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I'll start a brand new life
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please, please don't tell my wife
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but I won't, I won't stop loving you
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please, please don't tell my wife
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au revoir, ciao, auf wiedersehen
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we must never meet again
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Short term affair
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Short Term Affair
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Bjork |