Not Like When Harry Met Sally
It's not like when Harry met Sally 'round here
In this borough Harry's a barista and Sally's on benefits
Underneath a porous slate and over shops and take aways
Someone is crying through the wall, everyone's sulking
Crying, crying
Summer's a memory of plenty Fred Vincy
Now you've only horses that throw their riders upon the ground
There's a star tonight, my child, it's been a-shining lone and bright
Next to the moon, the devil's horn, looking towards us
Crying, crying
In this borough Harry's a barista and Sally's on benefits
Underneath a porous slate and over shops and take aways
Someone is crying through the wall, everyone's sulking
Crying, crying
Summer's a memory of plenty Fred Vincy
Now you've only horses that throw their riders upon the ground
There's a star tonight, my child, it's been a-shining lone and bright
Next to the moon, the devil's horn, looking towards us
Crying, crying
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Writer(s): Alexander Jackson
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