Seems like I can't get away from you
Even in the launderette
Now my socks are your socks in the dryer
And your jeans run into my shirt
You always were untidy
Not even
Couldn't have that even if I stopped breathing
Of those who know
Even in nonstop
Deep concentration hazy
Heavy headed
Sweeties, we call 'em Langley Ling
That's what we call that thing in India, the Langley Ling
