Walking down towards water's meet
Removing shingle from weak, tired feet
Numbing them down in the cool stream
Feeling slightly sick from the cream tea
Let's hope Norris doesn't find us
Let's hope that this hill doesn't k** us
Let's move here and grow old together
Love's last gift is remembrance
So when I'm away, the thought of you always enhances my performance
Lying awake in a hotel bed
Dreaming of sleeping with you instead
Bruschetta could never get boring
Outside, it's pouring in quaint little England
You've made a man out of me
Waltzing in a supermarket
Waltzing in a supermarket
Waltzing in a supermarket
Waltzing in a supermarket