Squeeze

She sat at the dressing room table
He flicked through the channels on cable
While talking of love in whispers
Voices humming like dusty transistors
(Talked about love)
Concentrated tones
that talked about love deep down on the phone
(Talked about love)
How it's built on pride
that talked about love a roller coaster ride
(Talked about love)
This road is a lifetime long

Complete engagement
Unlimited passion
Searching with peace in my soul
Built without boundaries
Burning every single breath
Ready to relinquish control

Each day brings them something else
but their faith will not be removed

She sat with her glass overflowing
He knew that his chances were growing
Together they danced in the driveway
Lovers singing, "I did it my way''

The full moon's glowing
Blood red in the sky
It hangs like fire
On this winter's night
I sit on feelings
That hang in suspense
Nothing in my life makes sense
A question mark hangs with the stars up above
As I'm driving home to the one that I love
Sometimes I can't see the trees for the wood
Loving you tonight feels good
The moonlight changes
From red into white
It sits on tree tops
Asleep for the night
I see the signpost
The road slowly bends
Nothing in my life makes sense
A flashing tail light speeds across the sky
My head's cooking trouble as thoughts seem to fry
The last temptation was misunderstood
Loving you tonight feels good

I'm faced with the ultimate truth
What if I see things don't improve
I know they could
Loving you tonight feels good

The sun is rising
There's mist all around
She sleeps beside me
And I feel so proud
Am I in heaven
With her by my side
This is how love feels tonight

I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste,
a flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case.
I said to my reflection,
Let's get out of this place.
Passed the church and the steeple,
the laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still keep calling
And calling
But forget it all I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

I'm at the carpark, the airport, the baggage carousel
The people keep on grabbing, ain't wishing I was well
I said, "It's no occasion. It's no story I can tell."
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock, alarmed by
The seduction
I wish that it would stop

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone there's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

I bought a novel, some perfume, a fortune all for you
But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue.
I asked of my reflection,
Tell me what is there to do?

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone there's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
A heaven in your kiss

Amusing belly dancers
Distract me from my wine
Across Tibetian mountains
Are memories of mine
I've stood some ghostly moments
With natives in the hills
Recorded here on paper
My chills and thrills and spills

It's really been some welcome
You never seem to change
A grape to tempt your leisure
Romantic gestures strange
My eagle flies tomorrow
It's a game I treasure dear
To seek the helpless future
My love at last I'm here

I met her in a bar room
Her name I didn't catch
She looked like something special
The kind who'd understand
The room was almost spinning
She pulled another smile
She had the grace like pleasure
She had a certain style
Sunlight on the lino
Woke me with a shake
I looked around to find her but she'd gone
Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl

She took me to her hotel
The room on the second floor
A kettle and two coffees
Her number on the door
She said I hardly know you
Agreed we kissed goodnight
I knew that in the morning
Somehow I'd wake to find
Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl

I lost my silver razor
My clubroom locker keys
The money in the waistcoat
It doesn't bother me
My wife has moved to Guernsey
So mug is not the word
If you ever see her
Say hello Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl
Goodbye Girl

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass;
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass.
The squaw is with the corporal ?she is tied against a tree.
She doesn?t mind the language; it?s the beatings she don?t need.
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep,
And he wakes to find the fire?s dead and an arrow?s in his ass,
And Davy Crockett rides around and says it?s cool for cats.
It?s cool for cats.
Cool for cats...
The Sweeney's doing ninety ?cause they?ve got the word to go.
They get a gang of villans in a shed out by Heathrowe.
They?re countin?out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again.
In and out in one swift with the numbers on their names.
It?s funny how the misses always looks the bleedin?same.
And meanwhile, at the station, there?s a couple?a likely lads,
Who swear like how?s-your-father, and they?re very cool for cats.
They?re cool for cats.
<Cool for cats...>
To change the mood a little, I?ve been posing ?round the pub.
I see in my reflection: I?m looking slightly rough.
I fancy this; I fancy that. I want a piece of flesh.
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash.
And by the time I?m sober, I?ve forgotten what I?ve had.
And everybody tells me that it?s cool to be a cat.
Cool for cats.
Cool for cats...

Shape up at the disco when I think I?ve got her pulled.
I ask her lots of questions as she hangs on to the wall.
I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home.
I?m invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone.
She likes to go to discos, but she?s never on her own.
I said, ?I?ll see you later,?and I give her some old chat,
But it?s not like that on the T.V. ?when it?s cool for cats,
It?s cool for ca-a-a-ats.
Cool for cats...

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction

The case was pulled from under the bed
She made a call to a sympathetic friend
And made arrangements
The door was closed there was a note
I couldn't be bothered maybe I'll choke
No more engagements
With where have you beens
And faraway frowns
Trying to be good
By not being round
And here in the bar
The pianoman's found
Another nail in my heart

That stupid old bug
That kills only love
I want to be good
Is that not enough
So play me the song
That makes it so tough
Another nail for my heart
Then play me the song
That makes it so tough
Another nail for my heart

I had excuses those little boy lies
Then she computed by watching my eyes
And told me firmly
She couldn't stand it I'm bad on the heart
She dropped her makeup and I found the bar
Now it concerns me

I've had a bad time
Now love has resigned
I've been such a fool
I've loved and goodbyed

So here in the bar
The pianoman's found
Another nail for my heart
And here in the bar
The pianoman's found
Another nail for my heart

They do it down on camber sands
They do it at Waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day,
At night the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky
A Harold Robbins paperback
Surfers drop their boards and dry
And everybody wants a hat
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell

Shrinking in the sea so cold
Topless ladies look away
A he-man in a sudden shower
Shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat
To pose around the harbor bar
And when the sun goes off to bed
You hook it up behind the car

Two fat ladies window shop
Something for the mantelpiece
In for bingo all the nines
A panda for sweet little niece
The coach drivers stand about
Looking at a local map
About the boy he's gone away
Down to next door's caravan

With her hair up in his fingers
The fish and chips smell lingers
Under amber streetlamps
She holds the law in her hands
The moistness of the damp night
Falls silent through the lamplight
Although she's only fourteen
She really knows her courting
And up the railway sidings
There's him and her
They're lying
Hand in hand they whisper
You're my missus and I'm your mister
The moon as white and virgin
And she was on the turning
Remember your first nibble
When best friends were so little

They really trooped the colors
When walking with each other
And all her mates would giggle
As ladylike she'd wiggle
All along the high street
They'd splash out on an ice cream
He'd sometimes really treat her
But he'd done his mother's meter

Well he went off to borstal
He said that he was forced to
Rob the flats of hi fi's
'cause she was ill
And she would cry
Each morning she got sicker
Her mother sometimes hit her
If she'd have known the story
She would have been so sorry

He received a letter and admitted it
There was nothing else to do but get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory
He'd sit and stare
If this is for real
And is it really fair

Summer came so they went
Down to the coast in his tent
She cooked upon his primus
And sampled local cider
She told him in his rucksack
I think i want that chance back
To be perhaps the one who
Will forever love you

Pacing through the flickering light
A velvet patch upon his eye
His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure
Francesca lays across the couch
They fight with words from mouth to mouth
And then with handfuls of her flesh
See how the zipper broke off of her dress
Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love

The porch light, the torchlight
The frosted morning lawn
The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
On the tale of what the butler saw

He kept his world all to himself
And locked it tight inside his belt
But she preferred his belt undone
She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
The butler still fetches and carries for him

The butler dragged down to the lake
Francesca's body in a cape
No private eye was gonna trace this
The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
The butler's up late with a cold in his eye

The porch light the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
On the tale of what the butler saw

You've left my ring by the soap,
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke,
Now is that love?
The better better better it gets
The more these girls forget
That that is love.
You won't get dressed you walk about,
Now is that, is that
A teasing glance has pushed me out,
Now is that, is that
The tougher tougher tougher it gets
The more my lips frequent
Now that is love.

Beat me up with your letters, your walk out notes,
Funny how you still find me right here at home.
Legs up with a book and a drink,
Now is that love that's making you think.

You've called my bluff I'm not so hot,
Now is that love
My assets froze while yours have dropped,
Now is that, is that
It's the cupid cupid cupid disguise
That more or less survived
Now that is love.
...

Beat me up with your letters, your walk out notes,
Funny how you still find me right here at home.
Legs up with a book and a drink,
Now is that love that's making you think.

You've made my bed the finger points
Now is that, is that love
The more you more you more you cool down
The easier love is found
Now that is love.

I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste,
a flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case
I said to my reflection let's get out of this place
Past the church and the steeple, the landry on nthe hill
Billboards and the buildings, memorials of it still
Keep calling and calling
But forget it all, I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on,
Now that you have gone,
There's no other.
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted by but the truth is discovered.

I'm at the carpark, the airport, the baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding. I'm wishing I was well.
I saidit's no ocassion, it's no story I can tell.
At my beside empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets mech closer, I fumble the clock
Alarmed bythe seduction, I wish that it would stop.
(repeat chorus)
I bought anovel, some perfume, a fortune all for you.
But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection thee me what isthere to do
(repeat chorus)

She's not a picture above somebody's fire
She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer,
She waits to get even with me.
She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of most good intentions,
A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.

She talks about office she talks about dresses
She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing,
So maybe I'll treat her someday.
We queue among strangers and strange conversation
Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements,
All queuing to see tonight's play.

A man behind me talks to his young lady
He's happy that she is expecting his baby,
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately.

The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
We escaped in the rain for an Indian curry,
At the candle lit Taj Mahal.
My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi
The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me,
My mind took a devious role.

The cab took us home through a night I'd not noticed
The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez,
My arm around love but my acting was hopeless.

We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire
We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired,
Now captured, your love in my arms.
A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry
Mum went to bed without wind of the curry,
Our secret love made its advance.

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle,
Heart like a gun was just half of the battle.

The crown of the kingdom is given to the woman
The kingdom of the kitchen where she says she shouldn't,
There on the stainless steel her cigarettes and matches
Whistles to the radio to every hook she catches,

But the frowns
Eider downs,
Tie her down
But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom.

She like the recipes a touch of oriental
Steaming up the windows burning egg on metal,
Sees in a catalogue a shiny new appliance
Another role swallowed by the wonders of science,

Lobster hands
Omelette pans,
Understand
How the crown can stick like jam in her kingdom.

He's been so busy and she's been neglected,
The problem is computed and always it's rejected,
Out of her heart I catch a spark,
And being smart
The crown is left out in the dark now there's no kingdom.

Fed up with the glory she abdicates her title
Sitting at a bar stool she gives her day's recital,
The family watch in horror
As she staggers up the hallway
Makes herself a sandwich
As they're looking through the doorway,
She goes to bed
Leg by leg,
Nothing's said
There's no crown upon her head there's no kingdom.

Press the button on the toaster
It's a woman's world,
Tuck the sheets in on the bed
It's a woman's world,
Take your apron from your holster
It's a woman's world,
Shoot the crown off of your head
It's a woman's world.

She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles in China.

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

During the war time an American pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement,
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other,
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation,
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle .

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
The past has been bottled and labelled with love.
The past - has been bottled and labelled with love.

She left her school for the factory
From pocket money to a salary,
From a pac-a-mac to a compact case
And every morning she inspects her face.
She discovers pulling pints in pubs
That the good looks will never cover up for
Her dumbness in taking the stock
Sees her reflection in a butcher's shop.
She finds it all quite rare
That her meat's all vanity fair.

She has her eyes on medallion men
Who get her home on the dot at ten,
She combs her hair when she gets excused
The deal she wants always ends up screwed.
Paints her nails on the bathroom scales
Gargles her breath like a landed whale,
Her beauty is as deep as her skin
Keeps her eyebrows in a tobacco tin.
She poses foot on the chair
Coconut shy but vanity fair.

In her vanity case her compact case
In her compact case her eyes,
Not bad for a sister
But her vanity's fair and her sense of humour's dry.
She comes home late with another screw loose
She swears to have had just a pineapple juice,
Falls asleep fully clothed in her bed
With her makeup remover by her head.
And she might not be all there
But her dream's all vanity fair.

In the corner by the D.J. unit
The flag of beauty my eyes salute it,
She likes love
By luck or labour
She likes love
But not for favour - can't hold on
She keeps her lips on the straw she's sucking
Looks up to me but her eyes see nothing,
Love's her stare
The steps to her heart
Love's the climb
The bite not her bark.
I pour the milk into the cat's saucer
I'm John Wayne as I'm walking towards her,
She'd like to dance
But not this minute
She's the fish I'd love to fillet.
I draw first with a stammer of verbal
We dance like pigeons forever in circle,
She likes to dance
Her cocktails shaken
She likes love
And it's temptation

The lights flash green
My envy lights up
The lights just flash
And I feel tied up,
Love's for sale
And I am sold on
But there's no way
That I can hold on
I can't hold on

There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And there's ash in the pages
Now I've got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye
With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain
Now knowing I am single
They'll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight

From the lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss
There's nothing of your love
That I'll ever miss
The stain on my notebook
Remain all that's left
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed

Now she's gone
And I'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed

When the hangover strikes
And I open my post
And the coffee is on
And I'm burning my toast

I let the battle commence
I see a sun in the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap

There's a day to explore
But I'm left without sense
As the hangover strikes
And I turn on the tap

But the water's too loud
And I'm caged by the fact
That the battle's not lost
Is it the hair of the dog

Or the Baa of a Lamb
In a sheepish attempt
To be half of the man
That I might be or was

When the hangover strikes
And a mirror reveals
That it's Midnight or bust
And a drink does appeal

Now the battle is won
So the cure of the can
Pours its heart out on me
Though I'm feeling locked up

But I can't find the key
Well no damage was done

Poor poor poor, poor shaken one
Pour pour pour, pour me another one