In a fortnight's time you will be mine
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I'll bide my time
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You're a paradigm of womankind
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You could be mine
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I disgust myself, but I've got to try…
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I catch your eye
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Would you like to go on a date with me?
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And I know it's old-fashioned to say so
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Five times five equals twenty five
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Don't you know your times tables by now?
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O-who
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Don't you know?
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On the last train home, you wanna phone
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Instead, you rub your eyes
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The reflection's grim in the windowpane
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It's the human stain.
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So, you have a drink to erase the day…
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There's another way
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Would you like to go on a date with me?
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And I know it's old-fashioned to say so
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Five times five equals twenty five
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Don't you know your times tables by now?
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O-who
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Don't you know?
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When it comes to girls, I'm mostly hypothetical
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If I list their names, it's purely alphabetical
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When it comes to girls, I'm truly theoretical
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If I test their nerve, it's merely dialectical
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And so…
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Would you like to go on a date with me?
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And I know it's old-fashioned to say so
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Five times five equals twenty five
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Don't you know your times tables by now?
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O-who
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Don't you know?
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I said, don't you know?
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In fortnights time you will be mine
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You will be mine.
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A Fortnight's Time
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| Maximo Park |
