July 1990 - The Man From Delmonte (JE 202) - JETTISOUNDZ VIDEO

I don’t want to hold your hand

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222 Charles Barry Crescent

I don’t want to hold your hand

if it’s just because a woman is the luggage of a man

and I don’t want to carry your hotel keys

or get angry with the porter for staring at your bare knees

This is like a pantomime

I’m like Lulu playing Peter Pan

and I might as well dress in drag

as pretend to be a man

I get so angry when

I remember I’m your friend

but you treat me like an escort

someone there just to support your arm

You say there’s no harm, but …

I don’t want to have to be

What my father was to my mother

or what my brother was to me

And I don’t want to eat with you

at a restaurant where I’ll collect the bill

because real boyfriends do

This act won’t fool anyone

but then, it’s not meant to

The only one you mean to fool is you

and that’s the saddest part of it

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We went down, down Oxford St

And all the shops were closed

There was nothing left for me to do

than start playing with your clothes

I don’t know when to stop

We went down, down St Christopher’s place

Neil Tennant wrote a song about this place

and it was nice to hold you

with a grip like a vice I told yo

I don’t know when to stop

We went around, around Trafalgar Square

It was 4 o'clock and there was no-one there

but you wanted to play in the fountain

but I wouldn’t hear you talk

You don’t know when to stop

I should exercise some self control

but I haven’t got it tonight

the billboards are hypnotic

Well we ended up at Blackfriars bridge

and all the commuters were crossing

and I might have pushed you over

If a commuter hadn’t looked over

Cos you don’t know when to stop

222 Charles Barry Crescent

I looked up into the eyes of a stranger

I recognised a friend I haven’t seen in 14 months

that sounds biblical but it’s true

I looked up into the eyes of a friend

asked what he’d done since then

He said nothing at all and I believed it all

He’s lazy as he is tall

Now Alan is back in his old flat in Charles Barry Crescent in Hulme

and I’ll be joining him there soon

then at 222, do what we want to

222, do what we want to

222, I’ll do what I want to with you

And last time we had the chance to be together

I was ever-otherwise engaged

Last time we had the time to do some talking

I was walking on my way elsewhere

I looked up into his eyes, my Alan

Oh, but he showed no surprise

I suppose I haven’t changed so much in all these years