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Mum, I know you'll think I'm potty
But at last I think I've found him
He's young but he's mature
And you will love him I can tell
He says one day we'll marry
And I don't think I should rush him
But if he gets his skates on
We can have some kids as well
There are lots of things I miss, mum
No-one makes a normal sandwich
You need Goliath's mouth to eat
The ones New Yorkers buy
I long to find a drink
That hasn't got an ice cube in it
And for an English sausage
I swear I would gladly die
Anyway, as I was saying
He just can't sit still a minute
He's not like Neville Braithwaite
This one likes to dance all night
He does a lot of travelling
And when he goes I miss him
For once I think it's safe to say
I'm doing something right.
Last Update: February, 03rd 2014
Tell Me On A Sunday Lyrics
- Take That Look Off Your Face
- Let Me Finish
- It's Not the End of the World
- Letter Home To England
- Sheldon Bloom
- Capped Teeth And Caesar Salad
- You Made Me Think You Were In Love
- Second Letter Home
- Come Back With The Same Look In Your Eyes
- Let's Talk About You
- Tell Me On A Sunday
- I'm Very You, You're Very Me
- Nothing Like You've Ever Known
- Let Me Finish (Reprise)
- Capped Teeth And Caesar Salad
- Letter Home To England