I met him in a crowded room […]
He’d like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn’t make him that way.
He moves in circles of friends
Who just pretend
That they like him
He does the same to them.
And yet he tries so hard to please
He’s just so keen
For you to listen
But no-one’s listening
And when you put it all together
There’s the model of a charmless man
na na na. na na na. na.
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