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I see you nearly every day and wonder what you're thinking You ask me if I'm being served, and if not, what I'm drinking I wish our conversation could extend to higher things But until then, mine's a pint of Carling I quickly drain my glass and request it filled anew I don't really want another pint, just an excuse to speak to you "Same again", I say, but really inside I think I like you more and more with every drink I'd like to know you better, but I can't get very far Because you're always on the wrong side of the bar Aus Songtexte Mania