Labial
With astounding grace
I'll forget your face
Accidental she, hasn't noticed me
We will never be
I'd like to be as articulate as Mr. L
Writing songs about Barbara of Seville
Such a wonderful way with a pen
When he's feeling unwell
I only sing about things that happen to me
I never learnt how to fill my songs with allegory
While my peers paid attention in English, I thought about how
I could undress the girl who appeared in my life with a pow
Never mind that she slipped from my hand because look at me now
Stir that dish with a spoon I found on the street
Every boy needs a meal that's protein replete
Sometimes I would faint in the days when I didn't eat meat
We soon lost count of the meals we had at your place
I stand and wash but the food won't come off my face
A pan of plain soup and a piece of stale bread in the bowl
A rusty meringue and a slice of a pig on a roll
Oh, the things we could eat if a casserole dish had a soul
He fled this town for a quiet house by the sea
A lesser risk of a chance encounter with me
Does he realize that I relocated in January?
A curving glance from a man on Charing Cross Road
A signal that I will have to write my own code
Long ago, when I used to be friends with a boy I betrayed
I was evil, how dare I end up with the one that he craved
But it turned out alright 'cause she's been by my side for an age
I'll forget your face
Accidental she, hasn't noticed me
We will never be
I'd like to be as articulate as Mr. L
Writing songs about Barbara of Seville
Such a wonderful way with a pen
When he's feeling unwell
I only sing about things that happen to me
I never learnt how to fill my songs with allegory
While my peers paid attention in English, I thought about how
I could undress the girl who appeared in my life with a pow
Never mind that she slipped from my hand because look at me now
Stir that dish with a spoon I found on the street
Every boy needs a meal that's protein replete
Sometimes I would faint in the days when I didn't eat meat
We soon lost count of the meals we had at your place
I stand and wash but the food won't come off my face
A pan of plain soup and a piece of stale bread in the bowl
A rusty meringue and a slice of a pig on a roll
Oh, the things we could eat if a casserole dish had a soul
He fled this town for a quiet house by the sea
A lesser risk of a chance encounter with me
Does he realize that I relocated in January?
A curving glance from a man on Charing Cross Road
A signal that I will have to write my own code
Long ago, when I used to be friends with a boy I betrayed
I was evil, how dare I end up with the one that he craved
But it turned out alright 'cause she's been by my side for an age
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Writer(s): Ben Jacobs
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