Sitting in an empty house
On a simple chair in the corner
Of an empty room
On a wooden floor
With nothing between here
And where I came from
Except for a girl
Waiting for a bus
With a leather knapsack
Over her shoulder
And hope in her eyes
And enough beauty
To fill this empty room
A thousand times
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
She ties her legs in a bow
And like butterflies
Her eyes close
Then her soul streches
Like paint in the rain
She breathes
Her arms fall up
Streching up reaching
She moves the sun
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
Like you
Just Like you
Like you
Just like you
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
Like you Like you Like you
Just like you
Like you
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
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So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born