Pretty obviously really, really drunk in this one, so forgive the shifty red-eye...
We sat in there impatiently with teacups and saucers and red label,
and half finished translations of Kafka and Chaucer on the table,
you tell me that I'm too polite and that one of these days I'll get in trouble,
I tell you when you kissed me I resisted to the point that I was able,
But it's the least that I could do,
to fall in love with you,
It's the least that I could do...
I left you at Victoria with all the spite that lurks in benediction,
and I overwrote the story with diaspora from greater works of fiction,
You wore the same wan smile as when you oh so often mocked my elocution,
And I'm glad polite society progressed if only slightly since our meeting.
We sat in there impatiently with teacups and saucers and red label,
and half finished translations of Kafka and Chaucer on the table,
you tell me that I'm too polite and that one of these days I'll get in trouble,
I tell you when you kissed me I resisted to the point that I was able,
But it's the least that I could do,
to fall in love with you,
It's the least that I could do...
I left you at Victoria with all the spite that lurks in benediction,
and I overwrote the story with diaspora from greater works of fiction,
You wore the same wan smile as when you oh so often mocked my elocution,
And I'm glad polite society progressed if only slightly since our meeting.
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