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• Artiste: Half Man Half Biscuit
• Titre: My Outstretched Arms
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I asked her to meet me outside the town hall I had in my pocket a ring I’d base-layered up, with the temperature being Way below average for spring But she’d read the timetable like I’d read her mind And when she was late to arrive My outstretched arms were at quarter to three And hers were at five forty-five Biding my time in the hope she’d defrost I busied myself at the gym Barbells were raised, and biceps were praised At length I was filled with the vim On a cottage near Thwaite a deposit was placed Believing I’d still win her heart To sacrifice sanity thinking such things I must have been mad from the start Now I’ve accepted her love lies elsewhere I spend all my time in arcades I saw her today outside the town hall And I pondered how pointless these shades For the radiance of her immortal beauty This mortal frame can’t endure My outstretched arms were at quarter to three As I lay prostrate on the floor