I want something always, more or less than what I have
Could be nothing, but I'll go in luck to be had
You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so, as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
All my wretched little recipes are the same
Had one cuppa from you, and you'll know me by name
You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
Just last Tuesday morning
I recalled you at once
Your eyes shifting right on
Past my dorm, fucking up
You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
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