Call me morbid, call me pale Ive spent six years on your trail Six long years On your trail Call me morbid, call me pale Ive spent six years on your trail Six full years of my life on your trail And if you have five seconds to spare Then Ill tell you the story of my life: Sixteen, clumsy and shy I went to London and I I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A I said, I like it here, can I stay? I like it here - can I stay? And, do you have a vacancy For a back-scrubber? She was left behind, and sour And she wrote to me equally dour She said, In the days when you were hopelessly poor I just liked you more And if you have five seconds to spare Then Ill tell you the story of my life: Sixteen, clumsy and shy I went to London and I I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A I said, I like it here, can I stay? I like it here, can I stay? And, do you have a vacancy For a back-scrubber? Call me morbid, call me pale Ive spent too long on your trail Far too long Chasing your tail And if you have five seconds to spare Then Ill tell you the story of my life Sixteen, clumsy and shy Thats the story of my life Sixteen, clumsy and shy The story of my life Thats the story of my life Thats the story of my life Thats the story of my life The story of my life
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