Chris Cleverley - The Ones Like Ourselves
Come be reclusive with meIf you've no better places to be
Let's face it, the world wasn't made
For the ones like ourselves
So come be reclusive with me
Come let me into your little world
'Cause I'm liking the sound of the bits
About which I've been told
And we'll make it exclusive
And fortified too
If I could come be reclusive with you
It's took me the best part of a week
Just to shake off your spell
'Cause you cast it so wonderfully
You cast it so well!
Well I've been this mess of a man
But I'm not ashamed to admit what I am
And Oh, when you told me
That sometimes your hands'll shake too
I just wished I could come
Be reclusive with you
And when you said how
When you're troubled
Your cheeks'll turn red
I was dying to hold you
To take you to bed with me
Since that weekend
I'm riven by these shivers you see
That'll roll up and down
Just like rivers through me
Like water that flows
Through these very veins, I suppose
So come be reclusive with me
Christ is it obvious to see?
You've taken up most
Of my memories and all of my energies
But you know that's the way
That I like it to be
Let's build us a tent
In which to hide our troubled souls
But I could use your help
With the ropes and the poles
Written by:
CHRIS CLEVERLEY
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