Good morning Mrs Charming,
what can we do?
How can we help you?
Those grey trousers go well with your skin
When will they give in?
Twelve and a half years next week
I hope he forgets
I could do with the sleep.
We haven't seen your husband around in a while
they say with a strange and inquisitive smile
I traded cinders and coal for this
a life of shoes and American Express bliss
the lights are up and the heat is on
but I am tired and I wanna go home
lipstick coffee and chanel number five
vodka kisses and Malborough lies
There's a young girl that I often see running through the orchard and hiding from me
She's just a gypsy he happens to mention over the sports section one Sunday at tea.
Just a gypsy in my dressing gown, 'neath my eiderdown
I must tell the maid that there's shopping to do
I've got nothing to say and no Ball to go to
I traded cinders and coal for this
a life of shoes and American Express bliss
the lights are up and the heat is on
but I am tired and I wanna go home
lipstick coffee and chanel number five
vodka kisses and Malborough lies
Good evening Mrs Charming,
what can we do?
How can we help you?
There is nothing I care about
not me anymore, or ever, I doubt.
I've got nothing to give, to take, to do, to say, to love, to hate.
So here's my rope and my bottle of gin.
I can't cope anymore.
That's right.
I give in.
I traded cinders and coal for this
a life of shoes and American Express bliss
the lights are up and the heat is on
but I am tired and I wanna go home
lipstick coffee and chanel number five
vodka kisses and Malborough lies
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