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Black ice on the road again Me and my dog Bob Chasing down the night riders Carving up the fog This road could take us anywhere There's promise on these bends And even on the darkest nights
Summer 88 Peer Pressure Aztec Camera, Deacon Blue I didn't even fancy you The others did, why didn't I? I was childish and frigid Awkward and shy Sticking safely to the impossibility
There is a place in Ireland, Where it's said they can polish a turd. With rags and Vim; On spits they spin; With nosepegs on, The ladies smooth; With deftful fingers, And lightening moves,
The bad news came in spoken words Absurdities in deadpan tones My manners saved me from myself 'Well thanks,' I said, 'for all your help.' While inward beat a heavy drum
An illicit bang with Barry On his spotless kitchen floor His powerful Squirt Zero dirt What lady could want more? I've been watching you Barry Scott I know where you live