I stop you on the Moor
I’m knocking on your door
You shouldn’t have put your telephone number on that form
The more you let me say
The harder it is to get away
The bond between us comes so strong
You never made me happy
I didn’t know what to do
You made me feel so dirty
Why did I say yes to you?
Don’t talk to salesmen
They’ll only make you lie
Don’t talk to salesmen
They don’t deserve to look you in the eye
Everyone says the same
Not interested today
But I’m your friend who knows you and all your fears
They say it’s all in the pause
The frightened need to talk
And the frightened know it’s meant to end in tears
I can never smile at strangers
In case they’re pushing loans
You destroy polite society
I answer the phone in aggressive tones
Saleswomen are sirens
They’ll sing you to your debt
They swallow like your true love
They chew to hide their breath
I’m your brass monkey balled hero
Giving you salvation in Heathrow
When you hear my voice carry over to your seat on the plane
Remember my pride, pride messes with your brain
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