A Dozen of Me

You wake up in the morning and I've gone
Would you feel so all alone
Or would you breathe a sigh of relief
That I've gone
I wake up in the morning and I see
A fraction of the man I used to be

Work it out mathematically
You must be worth at least a dozen of me
Don't you see

You wake up in the morning and I'm here
Stinking of cigarettes and beer
Are you telling me, you like what you see
Tell me do you

Work it out mathematically
You must be worth at least a dozen of me
Anyone can see

Oh the years have not been kind to me
Where as you're still incredibly pretty

Work it out mathematically
You must be worth at least a dozen of me
And that really don't sit well with me, not at all

You wake up in the morning and I've gone
Would you feel so all alone
Or would you breathe a sigh of relief
That I've Gone
That I've Gone
That I've Gone
Oh that I've gone



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Leach
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