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Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that suprises me, is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory,
You were practisin' a magic trick,
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed,
On the last of your pick and mix.

Said you're mistaken if you thinkin' that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,

a pussyfooting setting sun
make a wish that weighs a tonne
there are no handles for you to hold
and no understanding where it goes

jealously in technicolor
fear by name, love by numbers
streamlamp amber, wonderlust