I swear I wasn't cat-napping To edge into your life I didn't notice no sad thing (it's a sundance) To the strange strains that you entice Now you may walk into an ocean view (exciting) It's like you have understood And I was just talking at you Talking at you For the good inside, the good inside of us
Do you send me? No, you're a kind of dream But somewhere in the scheme of things We'll find who's thursday's child
We don't have to undo you Or entertain your kind Only reason I talk to you Is 'cos I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind
And checking out your resume And making out your plans The kisses are not something we can talk about They happened - and you laughed about it Laugh out loud
Do you send me? No, you're a kind of dream But somewhere in the scheme of things We'll find who's thursday's child
Once, Is our boast Do you? Would you? Only excite me
To join us is a talking clock He tells us everything - we want him to stop But somewhere in the corner He's a-laughin', he's a-crying out loud For some kind of attention which isn't shrouded by Nicety is something which hangs around this stage Believe me when I tell you - you can act around it Mewl and puke about it I don't want to hurt you I just want to join in This is a kindly creamer A kindly crematorium
Do you send me? No, you're a kind of dream But somewhere in the scheme of things We'll find who's thursday's child
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