Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say
“Please, share my umbrella”
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer, we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
And that umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
Bus stop rat bag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You’re nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
I’m in love with Margaret Thatcher
I’m in love with Margaret Thatcher
I’m in love with Maggie T
I’m in love with Margaret Thatcher
I’m in love with Margaret Thatcher
I’m in love with Maggie T
Oh Margaret Thatcher is so sexy
She’s the girl for you and me
I go red when she’s on the telly
Cos I think she fancies me
I’m not in love, so don’t forget
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because I called you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love, no no
I’m in love, I’m in love with Attila the Hun,
Attila the Hun, Attila the Hun
We’ll pillage the village and kill everyone
I still love Attila the Hun
I’m in love with the girl I’m talking about
I’m in love with the girl I can’t live without
I’m in love but I feel like I’m wearin’ it out
I’m in love but I must have picked a bad time to be in love
A bad time to be in love
A bad time to be in love
A bad time to be in love
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It will re-write your hard drive. Not only that, but it will scramble any disks that are even close to your computer. It will recalibrate your refrigerator’s coolness setting so all your ice cream melts. It will demagnetize the strips on all your credit cards, screw up the tracking on your VCR and use subspace field harmonics to render any CDs you try to play unreadable. It will give your ex-boy/girlfriend your new phone number. It will mix antifreeze into your fishtank. It will drink all your beer and leave its socks out on the coffee table when there’s company coming over. It will put a dead kitten in the back pocket of your good suit and hide your car keys when you are late for work
(That’s an interesting set of song lyrics. 
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In play:
You had me down twenty-one to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I’ve got it bad and I got it good
Doctor, doctor, gimme the news
I’ve got a bad case of loving you
No pill’s gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin’ you
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love
If there’s a cure for this
I don’t want it, I don’t want it
If there’s a remedy
I’ll run from it, from it
If I come on like a dream?
Will you let me show you what I mean?
Will you let me come on inside?
Will you let it glide?
Can I have some remedy? (All I want is a remedy)
Remedy for me, please (for all of the things I really do need)
If I’d some remedy (ooh, I’d take another one)
I’d take enough to please me
The whole track, if you wanna check it out:
I’d tried so, not to give in
And I said to myself this affair it never will go so well
But why should I try to resist when baby I know so well
That I’ve got you under my skin
It’s down to me – oh, that’s what I said,
The way she talks when she’s spoken to –
Down to me, The change has come.
She’s under my thumb.
Under My Thumb – The Rolling Stones
And it’s up to you,
Why won’t you say?
Make our lives turn out this way.
If they knew, that we have got nothing to lose,
No reason to hide from what’s true.
–The Moody Blues
You can never understand
We can now be like water
Don’t need more to find our way
Just get on where we came
It’s a game
What a game
No time to lose
No time to lose
Silhouettes and shadows
Watch the revolution
No more free steps to heaven
It’s no game
The two of us
Together again
But it’s just the same
A stupid game
But I don’t care if you don’t
And I don’t feel if you don’t
And I don’t want it if you don’t
And I won’t say it
If you won’t say it first
But didn’t I go and shout it
When you walked into the room
I think I love you
Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I’m talking to you, come on
Screams in the night, sirens delight
Heat, broken glass, Satan’s bred trash
Big city madness, comfort my soul
Give me a home where I can grow