She said I looked just like Sting

Well tantric sex is not my thing

I’ve never sent a message in a bottle

Or walked on the moon or other twaddle

For every breath I bleeding take 

Standing so close to me is a big mistake

You wrapped me around your finger

De do do do de da da da don’t linger

You see I can’t stand losing you

So lonely, so lonely who knew?

I’m in pain I’m the king of pain

I’m wrapped around your finger again

Invisible sun where has it gone

Her beds too big without you son

Roxanne turn off that red light

The synchronicity is shite

She said I looked just like Sting

Good god dear what were you thinking


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