It’s a Young Man’s Game Paul Heaton
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No corner shop, no launderette
No pound shop by the lights
No betting shop, no flower shop
No garage late at night
It's a road of many colours
But none of them so bright
It's Perrys 'For The Good Times', children
But Bookers 'Time Is Tight'
See I can still tie up my laces
I can read a book
I can show you precious love
If you choose to look
But reading books and tying laces
Can't do me much good
Not compared to feeling you
Just pumping through my blood
No milk round, nor no paper round
The post comes once a week
And the rain runs down so regularly
Like kisses don't on cheek
It's a life of opportunity
But none of them so bleak
As the feeling you're the only one
In a game of hide and seek
No pound shop by the lights
No betting shop, no flower shop
No garage late at night
It's a road of many colours
But none of them so bright
It's Perrys 'For The Good Times', children
But Bookers 'Time Is Tight'
See I can still tie up my laces
I can read a book
I can show you precious love
If you choose to look
But reading books and tying laces
Can't do me much good
Not compared to feeling you
Just pumping through my blood
No milk round, nor no paper round
The post comes once a week
And the rain runs down so regularly
Like kisses don't on cheek
It's a life of opportunity
But none of them so bleak
As the feeling you're the only one
In a game of hide and seek
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