[Verse 1]
You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that I'm getting boring?
You tell me
I’m tired of listening to myself, yeah
I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them
[Verse 2]
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
The centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
With the louvre doors
[Verse 3]
"My celibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
In a monologue
[Chorus]
Six months on, the winter's gone
The disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It’s summer and it's sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy
You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that I'm getting boring?
You tell me
I’m tired of listening to myself, yeah
I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them
[Verse 2]
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
The centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
With the louvre doors
[Verse 3]
"My celibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
In a monologue
[Chorus]
Six months on, the winter's gone
The disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It’s summer and it's sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy
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