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Right before you arrived in my room
You know, you shouldn't ever look at anyone like that
You know, you're not that great when you drink in the afternoon

Now, I wouldn't want to chance anything
It's far too early in the morning
I should probably eat and you should probably drink
I think that banging on the walls is a warning

I heard your brand new song on the radio
And it made me remember why I love you so
And the bit about the summer
Well, I know what you mean

It's funny because I saw your sister on TV
She's nearly as famous as you now I see
Singing of that all inclusive in Spain
Washing her hair in the warm rain

And all the nuns are out, parading the square
The bells are ringing
There's a crack in the grain of the chair
And the mess on the floor reminds me of last night

I told the doorman that you were my wife
As he picked me up and threw me outside
Well, that kaftan guy had it coming from the start
It's all coming back so heavy, every part

Does this make any sense?
Are you getting the gist?
There's no other way to reach you
Since on being apart you insist

Right before you arrived in my room
You know, you shouldn't ever look at anyone like that