First love, lost love.
Only love, it's only love.
Do you miss home?
And are you cool?
Symetricool.
Let's get married and tick the boxes.
And so she says.
Let's get married and tick the boxes.
Do you want to be alone?
And are you cool?
Symetricool, hypocriticool, analyticool, so criticool.
Nothing's perfect, and I'm hoping I'll do.
But I would not do
'cos nothing's perfect, so I'll have to make do.
It's my mistake and no mistake and I would take back if I could.
So I stay with me tonight.
I've made my bed I'll lie in it and pillows talk you into it.
I've made my bed I'll lie in it,
Entice you with this leopard print and matching velvet duvet.
First love, last love.
Only love, it's only love.
Writer(s): Robert Dylan Thomas, Felix White, Hugo White, Shepherd Rupert Alexander J. Jarvis, Orlando Thomas Penhale Weeks
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