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Lyrics for Piccadilly by Squeeze:
| | | Artist: | Squeeze |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Piccadilly | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 81 | | | | Lyrics: | (DiffordTilbrook)
She's not a picture above somebody's fire
She sits in a towel
with a purple hair dryer,
She waits to get even with me.
She hooks up her cupcakes
and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets
me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays
worlds of most good intentions,
A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.
She
talks about office she talks about dresses
She's seen one she fancies her smile is
impressing,
So maybe I'll treat her someday.
We queue among strangers and strange
conversation
Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements,
All queuing to see
tonight's play.
A man behind me talks to his young lady
He's happy that she is
expecting his baby,
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately.
The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
We escaped in the rain for an Indian curry,
At the candle lit Taj Mahal.
My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi
The
invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me,
My mind took a devious role.
The
cab took us home through a night I'd not noticed
The neon club lights of adult films and
Trini Lopez,
My arm around love but my acting was hopeless.
We crept like two
thieves from the kettle to the fire
We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired,
Now captured, your love in my arms.
A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry
Mum went to bed without wind of the curry,
Our secret love made its advance.
Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
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