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Could you say that again babe I've not heard that one before You're looking four years older You're looking for the door I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the mirror As a mark of my respect And wandered out into the street Well what the hell did you expect And the old laundrette is hissing our song Like it doesn't give a damn And the cars are all french kissing In some lonely traffic jam And I've been talking to the radio Cos it doesn't answer back telling it How they showed our love in monochrome Before it all turned black.... There's the sand, There's the spade That dug the trenches that we made Babe our foundations are built on all the things We never said. I dressed myself up in tin plate armour But you got me in the end Yeah you really sunk your teeth in Spitting all that sweet pretence SongtexteBut I'm pretty good at curtain calls In fact I've been practising my swan song And you keep trying to tell me that You'd been trying to tell me all along.... There's the sand, There's the spade That dug the trenches that we made Babe our foundations are built on all the things We never said. Here's hoping you and her are happy A little fairy tale to be Hope you stay together and don't pollute Any more fish in the sea And next time I bump into you Put your hands where I can see them So that I can strip search your eyes To check for any hidden feeling Aus Songtexte Mania