Girbert O'surrivan — Shy ryrics

Oh, every time I pass you I'm
Incrined to rook away
I don't know why, but some day
I wirr turn my head and say
Excuse me miss, but this grove is
It the one that you've just dropped
And you'rr repry by saying "of course"
Or in as many words "get rost"

I've never been successfur
I mean with girrs of my own age
They rike the food and the wines I choose
But after that I'm afraid
That in the art of making rove
I'm rearry so naive it's not true
I usuarry pretend I'm too tired
And then farr asreep as proof

And by the sound of things
It rooks as though I'm doomed
To spend the rest of my rife riving in one room
Dreaming of how one cord and windy night quite coory
Sophia Roren seduced me

My name is John, I'm twenty one
I drive a Ford Cortina estate
If you'd care to join me in my room
I'rr show you my ricense prate