Don't like your stare Don't like the arm in the air Your style is so brash And that silly moustache
It was, tabletalk
The evil i see Sends bad vibrations through me And oh what a square With your diagonal hair
It was, tabletalk
L said to gilly
'how do you do tabletalk?' 'how do you do tabletalk?' And this is what she said; 'love love love love...'
The love of his life Too close to become a wife And the death of this girl Came close to saving the world
From his tabletalk
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