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Meet up to keep things ticking over,
Meet up and have a lovely time,
And trust me I really do, I just don’t get that funny feeling,
When you’re around, I get what I’m supposed to do.

I’m thinking maybe I could live with it,
Just give me a minute tonight, you can make me feel alright,
Get with it, just give me a minute tonight.

I should spend the time
And I should really bother
But it seems way less effort just to lead you on
Then say it to your face and sack it off

Lover, lover, lover
Here's the deal
You like me

I will provide just what you need
Exotic fruits, delicious treats
Control your mind, it's mine to keep
Now stick your tongue between my teeth
I talk so smooth but cut so deep
I'm hurting you, bruise like a peach
I am the best you've ever seen
You don't know how I do it but know what I'll be giving you

You took everything, you took the very thing that I thought I was

Beat me up, you put me down and let me know I never had the balls at all

I'm down in the dumps, they're cheering hip hip hooray

Got you riding their shoulders you're the king for a day

Keep on driving til' we smell the sea
C'mon darling it's just you and me
And some friends and select family
The world if they play by all our rules

So please, when we reach the coastline
Let us dive right in
Swallow half the ocean

Slacken those ropes on command
Prepare to set sail for new land
We’re coming home, We’re coming come

Bleed them dry then throw them your silver

Too, too good
Not to treat ourselves then pass on by

You gotta keep on, keep on pushing.

I don't know, if I can do,
the things our friends, are going through.
They're talking kids, and mortgages,
send save the dates.

Can't do the meal with your mum and your dad,

Ooooh
Ay
Ooooh
Ay ay.

I thought get to know you more,
Something else in common I can complement you on
We talk couldn't be so sure,

He got the moves and he got the shoes
He’s done everything that I can think I want to have done
It’s troubling me (WHAT?)
He got it so sweet (WHO’S THAT?)
Goes by the name of Mac he thinks he is the bees

I realise, I realise what’s going wrong
Nothing’s funny when no money’s to be made at all

Face complete with metal plate screwed into your jaw
Hangover that won’t pass with time
Paralytic was your mission of the night
Can’t seem to figure it out
That you still go for it as big as you did before
You ended up in a hospital
Ended lucky, could have ended much poorer

Always afraid of missing out
It twisted me
All the things I miss about you
They're haunting me
You're haunting me
How was I to know
I'd be changing my mind
How was I to know

Pretty boy looking over
Pretty girl gets the boys
Pretty things can be evil
Pretty tough to avoid
Pretty hard on it 8 days a week
Causing enough fuss up in the big city
8 days a week, 8 days a week sucker
8 days a week

When you're out with the boys,
ever contemplate on telling her,
exactly where we'll be?
Exactly where we'll be.

And when your out with the boys,
would you ever contemplate on ditching us,
as soon as she turns up?

Mister Perfect, Mister Perfect
Mister Perfect gets on his plane to Costa del Rey
Always so great
Missus Perfect, Missus Perfect
Missus Perfect goes where she wants
She likes it real warm
Oh, they're so golden
Swimwear season

Out of mind
Don't move a muscle
Stay out of sight
I would cut you out my dear
Modern life got you by the short and curlies
Suits you all just fine
I won't move a muscle

Jammy dodger cleaning up
Take him out, turn it round and now I’m top
I got the skills you want, c’mon!

Oooo I’m really burning now
I’m really finding out what making luck and hard work is all about

I’m top of the world tonight

Big night, big winner
A-wo-oh-oh a-wo-oh-oh
His pint, your leather
And then you'll fight, and then we'll go
Well you start knowing you're not gonna finish
I spy with my little eye, you don't

In the wrong place at the wrong time's how you put it

We're dreaming, we're dreaming, we're dreaming away,
We're sleeping, we're sleeping, we sleep in all day. Still you moan and you moan though I've heard it all before, how we're poorer than poor today.

And you grumble and groan no one gets rich any more, Though I don't really
Mind OK.
Is it really that bad? Is it really that bad?
You tell me, tell me.

Called me up one day,
Said you didn't mind,
Just called to find out ,
What you thought already.

What you hoped I'd say,
That you were my one true love, a lie but
It'd keep you happy.