Squeeze (band)

"I've come across the desert to greet you with a smile. My camel looks so tired, it's hardly worth my while. To tell you of my travels across the golden East. I see your preparations invite me first to feast.Take me, I'm yours, Because dreams are made of this. Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss."

"Next night he called for her, But dad protected daughter And told him she was poorly. A lie was told there surely. So Michael felt rejected, This wasn't quite expected. He drove off to his local Where he felt anti-social."

"I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham. Out on a windy common, That night I ain't forgotten. When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions. I said "You are a lady." "Perhaps," she said, "I may be.""

"She took me to her hotel, A room on the second floor. A kettle and two coffees, A number on the door. She said I hardly know you. Agreed we kissed goodnight. I knew that in the morning, Somehow I'd wake to findSunlight on the lino, Waking me with a shake. I looked around to find her, But she'd gone. Goodbye girl. Goodbye girl. Goodbye girl."

"To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub. On seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough. I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash. I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash. But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash. And by the time I'm sober, I've forgotten what I've had. And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat. Cool for cats."

"But behind the chalet, My holiday's complete. And I feel like William Tell, Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet. Pulling mussels from a shell. Pulling mussels from a shell."

"With where-have-you-beens and far away frowns, Trying to be good by not being 'round.And here in the bar, the piano man's found Another nail for my heart. And here in the bar, the piano man's found Another nail for my heart."

"If I didn't love you, I'd hate you. I'm playing your stereogram. Singles remind me of kisses, Albums remind me of plans. Tonight it's love by the fire, The wind plays over the coals. Passionate looks are my fancy, But you turn the look into stone."

"He smokes himself into double vision, Leaves his mind on an indecision. Thinks he's invented imagination, Says that God is some relation."

"I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, A flannel for my face. Pajamas, a hairbrush, New shoes and a case. I said to my reflection "Let's get out of this place." Past the church and the steeple, The laundry on the hill. The billboards and the buildings, Memories of it still Keep calling and calling. But forget it all, I know I will.Tempted by the fruit of another. Tempted but the truth is discovered. What's been going on now that you have gone, There's no other. Tempted by the fruit of another. Tempted but the truth is discovered."

"Beat me up with your letters, your walk out notes. Funny how you still find me right here at home. Legs up with a book and a drink. Now is that love that's making you think?"

"Drinks to remember I, me and myself, And winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf. Home is a love that I miss very much, So the past has been bottled and labelled with love."

"She wants to give up love for good, She kicks the fence and splits the wood. She cries her eyes out in the rain, She swears aloud and so again She feels messed around."

"As the hangover strikes, And I turn on the tap. But the water's too loud. And I'm caged by the fact That the battle's not lost. Is it the hair of the dog? Or the Baa of a Lamb? In a sheepish attempt To be half of the man That I might be or was."

"There's a stain on my notebook where your coffee cup was And there's ash in the pages, now I've got myself lost. I was writing to tell you that my feelings tonight Are a stain on my notebook that rings your goodbye.Oh, now she's gone, And I'm back on the beat. A stain on my notebook Says nothing to me.Oh, now she's gone. And I'm out with a friend (out with a friend). With lips full of passion And coffee in bed."

"Emotions leaking out Her paint's all over town.What's that she's playing? (Annie, get your gun) What's that she's taking? (The song has to be sung) She's gone electric."