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			Call me morbid, call me pale 
I've spent six years on your trail
 Six long years
 On your trail
 
 Call me morbid, call me pale
 I've spent six years on your trail
 Six full years of my life on your trail
 
 And if you have five seconds to spare
 Then I'll tell you the story of my life :
 Sixteen, clumsy and shy
 I went to London and I
 I booked myself in at the why...W.C.A.
 I said : "I like it here - can I stay ?
 I like it here - can I stay ?
 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 I'll tell you the story of my life :
 Sixteen, clumsy and shy
 I went to London and I
 I booked myself in at the why...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
 I've spent too long on your trail
 Far too long
 Chasing your tail
 Oh...
 
 And if you have five seconds to spare
 Then I'll tell you the story of my life :
 Sixteen, clumsy and shy
 That's the story of my life
 Sixteen, clumsy and shy
 The story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 The story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story of my life
 That's the story...
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