Meet me at 2
With that swagger of yours
And that skirt you wore the first time we met
And that same look in your eye
Like you had just been beaten up
You know you're glorius don't you,
How has no-one ever told you?
You know you're glorius surely,
Am I the first to tell you?
Chiswick Station
Nerves on my skin
And that swagger you own
And these streets that you humble
And that look that you shoot
That can leave a man breathless
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