At the coalface
At the coalface
keeping up with the Joneses
knowing that I’m as close as
the woman with kid gloves
I’m juggling frogs to make it
knowing that I’ll never fit in
even though I’m fair and square
I’m falling from grace
standing, smiling… at the coalface
pretend it has never happened
a barefaced liar
baby, fat hits the fire
forget about me
Love’s Requiem ©
keeping up with the Joneses
knowing that I’m as close as
the woman with kid gloves
I’m juggling frogs to make it
knowing that I’ll never fit in
even though I’m fair and square
I’m falling from grace
standing, smiling… at the coalface
pretend it has never happened
a barefaced liar
baby, fat hits the fire
forget about me
Love’s Requiem ©
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juli 2010 | ||
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