Transcribed by Kevin Hung
Last Thursday
5 30
A shoot in Ladbroke Grove
Hours later
Hey waiter
Could you pour some more of those
All for you
And when I’m all alone
I’m by the microphone
I see your photograph
Don’t even want to laugh
Some secret
Must keep it
Hey I wouldn’t know who to tell
Next morning
Fair warning
Ooh you have you got something to sell
Wide awake
The cold cold light of day
Realise my taste
My taste just slips away
I say my taste just slips away
Days later
Saw the paper
How did I fall for you
All for you…
