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Arab Strap Album



1999
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I see cherubs swarm around the bed and swooping down to kiss your head.
Only when you're wrecked do you agree with all my plans for you and me.
The walls breathe we're locked tight - it's a lovely end to an ugly night.
I think I could burst but I'm sure it'll keep.
The strobe in my head keeps me from sleep.


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You said it youself - you can't help but flirt
And I'd be the first to admit that I'm easily hurt.
I can't take things lightly - you said I'm always in a huff.
I know it was just the once but what if that's enough?

Just shut the fuck up and tell me bit by bit
Cause all I can see is his hand grabbing a tit.
I do one four seven one the minute I get in
And if your number's not there you stuff stays in the bin.


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Shouldn't we be naked, especially tonight?
Instead of being fat, instead of being tight.
If you go, go for good,
Don't fucking joke, you know I would.

There's no attempt to make up,
No attempt to sort it out.
And we know when we wake up we'll forget what it's about.
If you go, go for good,
No fucking jokes.
Maybe we should.

There's at least a foot between us
- do you really need pyjamas in this heat?
And all we can hear is pissed-up kids in the street.
If you go, go for good.
Don't fucking joke, you know I would.
If you go, go for good.
D do you really think I ever could?
I really wish you fucking would.


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If you learn to drive, I can use the train and the bus.
When you're mobile, we'll go, take my toys and your cat with us.
We'll leave the violence, we'll hve something to do.
With a couch-bed in the front room for when our friends come through.

It's painting a kitchen that's keeping me going
And we've already named the seeds I'll be sowing.
And when they've grown up (that's hoping that I don't shoot blanks)
Could we move right up north, find a house near the shores and the banks?

With a big fuck-off telly, a brand new stereo system.
We'll meet old friends at funerals and pretend that we've missed them.
And if they were here, they'd say it was shocking
To find we've already named the dog we'll be walking.
It's choosing a mattress that's keeping me going
And we've already named the seeds I'll be sowing.


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Go and close the curtains - it's getting too bright.
We need some music, let's stay up all night.
Put the light back on - I can't see your face.
Can you feel it? It's going some pace.
No inhibitions, we could still have some more
so pass me my jeans from your side of the floor.
No plans for tomorrow - leave the day free.
Just waste it in bed, waste it with me.


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We're barely halfway there,
You're stretched out and clamped around me.
I don't think there's drink at home.
You make a little snore and shift.
Just keep your head down there - you sleep,
I'll give directions.
I'll use the private miles to plan some tactics and a gift.
I'll move around you,
Attack and surround you.
She talked me back inside
- thank fuck our friends are nosy.
Any reaction's good
- it's a stupid way to make me say it.
Did we go far enough?
Did it just serve it's purpose?
If the words are still a problem
I'll cut it out and let you weight it.


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The Greek sun made you lovely but attacked me with its rays.
I feel asleep and burned so badly
I could barely move for the first few days.

The girls in front all lay topless - I did my best not to look.
But you could see right through my glasses
As I pretended to read my book.

We went for dinner then tried the cocktails
And drank our way through the list.
For the first time in ages we just sat and chatted
Then staggered home happy, tanned and pissed.


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When we were last here we named our offspring
But we never even did it, we never really did anything.
We shared a birthday so we we shared a do
And they cooked my/your clothes when I was upstairs with you.

I/you did the sheet trick, you/I did a yawn
So I/you went out with the boys, stealing the milk at dawn.

I was a virgin, you were on holiday.
I'd had seven glasses when she asked me to stay.
So I let the wine decide what I should do.
At least I was careful - I remeber it was blue.


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It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny
What I can see clearly with my drinking eye.
You know I'd never stop until I see you cry,
Make you insist through snot and tears that you'd never lie.

Now my Friday nights have many uses.
I can forget what happens and make up bad excuses.
It doesn't need a weapon or much motivation,
Just a bit beer spilt on my Playstaion.

It makes me sure I've seen him try it on a few times before
As I shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door.
You might have shared a school, a street, you might've known him for years.
It makes no odds to me, I just want to see the tears.


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Now you always say terminated,
I never hear you say aborted.
You just have to accept mistakes happen
And sometimes they have to be sorted.
You know I'd love it - a little us would be sweet.
But don't take that from your pro-life pal,
she doesn't even eat meat.
It's as simple as this: the time's not right.
You need a new job and some sleep tonight.


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I sprained my arm for you
When you hid me under the covers and held my hair.
Did we just forget that we're lovers?

It all came back as Sunday was dawning
But I was useless for most of the morning.

The sweat was pishing off me and the duvet had been kicked away.
You said something new, straight to work, up and dressed right away.

It all came back as Sunday was dawning
But I was useless for most of the morning.


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