Lyrics

You're such a beautiful writer That's not all you are I'm sorry about making a pass It was subtle but I think that you grasped The meaning intended I can be a friend to you I won't pretend I'm not interested in breaking your heart It's not love, no it's nothing like that I'll leave that to lookers like him Oh, he's such a delicate thing Now it's such a fragile thing that we have I should be suspended from class I don't know my elbow from my arse I should be suspended from class We could go out dancing But, in truth it is the last thing that I have on my mind Please, say if I'm way out of line I won't need telling twice Now he wants to kiss He says he can't resist You're going to have to keep it hidden inside I've a feeling that pigs might fly, might fly I should be suspended from class I don't know my elbow from my arse I should be suspended from class You're such a beautiful writer And that's not all you are I'm sorry about making a pass It was subtle but I think that you grasped The meaning intended I should be suspended from class I don't know my elbow from my arse I should be suspended from class I don't know my elbow from my arse I should be suspended from class I don't know my elbow from my arse I should be suspended from class I don't know my elbow from my arse
Writer(s): Tracyanne Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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