Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, He's home late in the morning, Had he been a lawyer, He wouldn't work for pennies. In the morning I go walking, It helps the hurting soften, I've seen a lot of places, Cause I miss her very often. But I could never work there, What a shame that I'm not clever, It's for men with horn rimmed glasses, And four distinguished A Level passes. What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know. Verse and chapter they unfurl, And sprinkle it upon the world. Name it. Technique! Their eyes don't fill With wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted Way you make me speak. Without recourse to Lying distortion or cheating. Technique! Their eyes don't fill With wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted Way you make me speak.
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