The Unfairness Of Angels
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The Love machine
It's the day before Valentines Day
And would you believe it? I'm away
Out celebrating my mates 40th Birthday
But there's something I'd like to say…
I want to tell you a ‘Matt Fact'
About how opposites DO attract
Isn't that right little cat?
Just one of the ‘special' features of a ‘Matt'
Opposites are but mere opinions
Different outlooks, different visions
For example my bathroom to me is clean
But not whilst using ‘Wilko bathroom clean'
You like me shirts I like me in T-shirts
I just like you in skirts
I ‘m careful with my money, I cal it prudent
You call it scruffy ‘Matt Student'
But with out a North or a South
Without the eyes to read the mouth
Without the Day or a night
They'd be no wind to fly that kite
You're the logic to my madness
A glow within my own sadness
And like a seed we grow and spread
And create a ‘Love Machine' instead
Love has no end, only a start
It's not rocket science, you don't need to be smart
To see a Loves machines, missing part
What makes it breath, what calls it ‘art'
From our first meeting in Guildford All Bar One
I knew you were a special someone
Behind the anxiety and shy smile
And yes it has taken quite a while
I saw something special and unseen
That missing part of the ‘Love Machine'
And would you believe it? I'm away
Out celebrating my mates 40th Birthday
But there's something I'd like to say…
I want to tell you a ‘Matt Fact'
About how opposites DO attract
Isn't that right little cat?
Just one of the ‘special' features of a ‘Matt'
Opposites are but mere opinions
Different outlooks, different visions
For example my bathroom to me is clean
But not whilst using ‘Wilko bathroom clean'
You like me shirts I like me in T-shirts
I just like you in skirts
I ‘m careful with my money, I cal it prudent
You call it scruffy ‘Matt Student'
But with out a North or a South
Without the eyes to read the mouth
Without the Day or a night
They'd be no wind to fly that kite
You're the logic to my madness
A glow within my own sadness
And like a seed we grow and spread
And create a ‘Love Machine' instead
Love has no end, only a start
It's not rocket science, you don't need to be smart
To see a Loves machines, missing part
What makes it breath, what calls it ‘art'
From our first meeting in Guildford All Bar One
I knew you were a special someone
Behind the anxiety and shy smile
And yes it has taken quite a while
I saw something special and unseen
That missing part of the ‘Love Machine'
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The Love machine
The Love machine