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Why do you come here? And why, why do you hang around? I'm so sorry, oh, I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me? When you know, oh, why do you come? Why do you telephone? And why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry, oh, I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me? When you know, oh, why do you come? You had to sneak into my room just to read my diary It was just to see, just to see All the things you knew I'd written about you Oh so many illustrations Oh, but I'm so very sickened Oh, I am so sickened and now Oh, it was a good lay, good lay It was a good lay, good lay It was a good lay, good lay, aha Oh, it was a good lay, good lay It was a good lay, good lay Oh, it was a good lay, good lay Ah ah ha ah ha Oh, it was a good lay It was a good lay, ah It was a good lay, good lay, good lay Ah ha ah ha It was a good lay, it was a good lay SONGWRITERS STREET, STEPHEN / MORRISSEY, STEVEN
Writer(s): Steven Morrissey, Stephen Brian Street Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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