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Score of These Foolish Things


The tattered remnants of an old French letter,
A dose of syphilis that won't get better,
Oh how the tip of it stings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

The lumpy Sofa that we had our shags on,
The smell that told me that you had your rags on,
Oh how the smell of it clings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

A tampax burning on an open fire,
The odour filled me with a strange desire,
A shag that made bells ring,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

The times I shagged you in a London taxi,
The smell of semen from a horses jacksie,
Each time I come it stings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

The old news vendor selling late night finals,
The sweet aroma from the gents urinals,
Oh how the smell of it clings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

The time I looked at you the morning after,
I saw your tits and pissed myself with laughter,
Oh how the left one swings,
These foolish things, remind me of you.

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