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[Verse 1]

Well, we're here

We're at the common again

Smoked six of the ten fags that I only bought an hour ago

Said, "Well I, I like the look of your shoes

I like the way that your face looks when I'm arguing with you"

And so when, when we all grow old

I hope this song will remind you I'm not half as bad as what you've been told

[Chorus]

And when I knock at a hundred and two

And I see your pyjamas

I can't stop smiling at you

[Verse 2]

That's why we're here, we're at the common again

I've been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin

I said, 'Well I, I like the cut of your jib

I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him"

But on this shirt I found your smell

I just sat there for ages contemplating what to do with myself

[Chorus]

I called you up at a hundred and two

We just sat there for ages

Talking about that boy what was getting on to you