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By Paul Heaton, David Rotheray (beautiful South) Submitted by wordley Date: 2002 Apr 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.15.15.01.1371]] |
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(Sung by jacqueline Abbott) This is the dinner prepared, this is the dress that I made This is the child I brought up and this is the woman you laid This the woman you laid This is the perfume I wore this is the hotel we stayed This is the way that I lay and this is the woman you laid And this is the woman you laid We promise ourselves this is no one night stand Let us draw all the curtains and strike up the band And i'm thrilled by the gentlest touch of your hand we pretend There's a tear, there's a tear Not through confusion, through fear, through fear This is the smile that I wore this the song that we played This is the way that I lay This is the woman you laid This the woman you laid Next morning our eyes filled with sleepy regret A kiss and goodbye and a long cigarette But the pillow I lay on is cold and it's wet Can't pretend It's a tear, It's a tear Not through confusion, through fear, through fear And knowing at least that love came so near Just adds to the weight of this bell-bottomed tear Roll out the red carpets and unplug the 'phone Root out the photos you've already shown 'Cos this is one night you wont sleep alone Just one night There's a tear, there's a tear Not through confusion, through fear, through fear And knowing at least that love came so near Just adds to the weight of this bell-bottomed tear There's a tear, there's a tear Not through confusion, through fear Not through confusion, through fear |