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Here I walk, here I walk
Loooking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk
Here I am, here I am
With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan
And you thought you'd found your own little look
How I misjuged, how I mistook
And you thought you'd found the style of your hair
I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take my troubles to
The rocking chair
So I'll take these high heeled shoes
And yes I'll take these traditional views
I'll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square
To the rocking chair
Here I sit, here I sit
Looking for a warming smile in a house of cold wit
Here I stand, here I stand
Torn between the balding drunk and no man's land
And they'll tell you when you've reached your peak
Where the wulf-whistle rung there's a deafening shriek
Blowing kisses into the air
I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to
The rocking chair
So I'll take these awkward stance
And I'll take this sexless dance
I'll take this deep despair of a 30 year old square
To the rocking chair
Am I skinny? A shade too fat?
Mmmm... My friend the cat knows all about that
Am I happy?
(Here I sit, here I sit)
Just a little sad
(Looking for a warming smile in the house of cold wit)
Mmmm... My friend the cat knows all about that
Am I skinny?
(Here I walk, here I walk)
A shade too fat?
(Loooking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk)
My friend the cat knows all about that
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