July 1989 - My Love Is Like A Gift You Can't Return - BIP 701C (cassette) & BIP 701 (12”) BOP CASSETTES

My Love Is Like A Gift You Can't Return

Armchair Valentino

I Don't Go Out With Her Anymore, But

Lasha Me

My love is like a gift you can’t return

You can return a postcard

You can return a letter

You can return something you bought

in exchange for something better

But my love is like a gift

you can't return it

even if you want to

Deborah Anne Turner,

you can't return my love, my love, my love

You can return a compliment

or return an invitation

send back faulty goods

in return for compensation

Don't pass me counterfeit affection

don't pay me off with your pity

now it's time you learned

I accept nothing in return for my love

Armchair Valentino

There is so much we have to talk about

But much more we have to do

You’ve taken an hour for lunch

I’ve taken a table for two

You sit and reminisce about your conquests past

I lean across the table to hold you at last

but you only want to hold a conversation

You’re an armchair valentino

you only want to talk about it

You’re an armchair valentino

Dave, save your breath

We have 20 minutes left

and then you’ll be gone

and who can say how far or for how long?

Spare me philosophy, just show your love for me

Write a letter later but make that pass at me NOW

instead of only making conversation

I thought you were a man of action

that was your sole attraction

Though I lead you on

you still lead the conversation

I don’t go out with her anymore, but …

I don’t go out with her anymore, but

She still lives downstairs

she still borrows my brush

I still find her hairs everywhere

We still meet in the morning

I still bring up her tea

I still tolerate her - she still hates me

I put it all behind me

She’s a living reminder of the happiness I will only find in her

She still leaves without telling

I still talk like her father

Still make speeches

but she still bleaches her roots

I still find her attractive

she still finds me a bore

I still find myself waiting for her

I’m still living with the past

I’m still living with her

I should leave but I still believe I love her

I should leave but I still believe in her

Lasha Me

I had an Italian boyfriend then

I was young and cruel when

I would send him away

I would offend him

I'd say "Michele Michele Michele Lasha me"

And my Italian boyfriend he

Would follow me from room to room

And though he worshipped me

To soon I'd want to moon alone

But now

I'm going with a girl from Lancashire

I want to learn the native language here

Who can teach me to translate

Lasha me lasha me lasha me lasha me

Deborah doesn't understand me

Anymore than Italian and she

Doesn't believe me when I'm rude

Or ask her to leave me

She's not Michele Michele Michele

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