the Cotillion arrivedWe threw out the televisionModel D-575

YeahYeahShe gets the better of meShe gets the better of meI

ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, good to see yaIt's nice to

know we can't mend it, I knowBut if we

lonely nightThe stars were brightAnd in your eyesThere were

loveWill travelHave loveWill said if you need lovingBaby, mm-mm,

are deflatedGuess they look lifeless like meWe miss you

two, know I've no right to askAfter the

when the open road was stretching out aheadYou and

and then, I think of when we were togetherLike

1: and then I think of when we were

and then I think of when we were togetherLike

Kimbra & Jamie and then, I think of all

1: and then I think of when we were

am an ordinary boyI tell an ordinary storyOf a

cool catsThree cool up the street in a

friend's got trouble in his head (oh, lady's

Oh, whatever happened to the working class?Oh, we got politicans sitting

There were days when I would say:"I could"I believed I could

two)(A-one, two, (yeah), yeah (yeah), no (no), yeahI think