Tanita Tikaram - Thursday's child
I swear I wasn't cat-nappingTo edge into your lifeI didn't notice no sad thing(It's a sundance)To the strange strains that you enticeNow you may walk into an ocean view(Exciting)It's like you have understoodAnd I was just talking at youTalking at youFor the good inside, the good inside of usDo you send me?No, you're a kind of dreamBut somewhere in the scheme of thingsWe'll find who's Thursday's ChildWe don't have to undo youOr entertain your kindOnly reason I talk to youIs 'cos I think you maybe, a heart attack is blindAnd checking out your resumeAnd making out your plansThe kisses are not something we can talk aboutThey happened - and you laughed about itLaugh out loudDo you send me?No, you're a kind of dreamBut somewhere in the scheme of thingsWe'll find who's Thursday's ChildOnce,Is our boastDo you?Would you?Only excite meTo join us is a talking clockHe tells us everything - we want him to stopBut somewhere in the cornerHe's a-laughin', he's a-crying out loudFor some kind of attention which isn't shrouded byNicety is something which hangs around this stageBelieve me when I tell you - you can act around itMewl and puke about itI don't want to hurt youI just want to join inThis is a kindly creamerA kindly crematoriumDo you send me?No, you're a kind of dreamBut somewhere in the scheme of thingsWe'll find who's Thursday's Child
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