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Martha – 1967, I Miss You, I'm Lonely lyrics
I spent a dirty weekend practicing my French
Rosy cheeked I saw my limitations there in evidence
When I invited Frank and you, back to mine for a mange tout
When I meant ménage à trois
You laughed so hard you cracked your chin against the bar
This statement might sound phoney
But I miss you
And I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on
Oh God how wonderful it is
Crossing bridges in the mist
Øresund across the Tejo
Behind on aggregate away
But Benfica still went through
And we still spent an afternoon
At the Gulbenkian museum
Sharing stories in the shade, oh what a day
This statement might sound phoney
But I miss you
And I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on
Although it gets frustrating
I really don't mind waiting
Distance stretches on and on and on
I look at you
And I am confident that I'd rather look at you
Than all the portraits in existence in the world
Except possibly O'Hara by Grace Hartigan
Or something else
I'm not a connoisseur
I'm monolingual, and absurd
And I know this statement might sound phoney
But I miss you
And I'm lonely
I miss you
I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on
Rosy cheeked I saw my limitations there in evidence
When I invited Frank and you, back to mine for a mange tout
When I meant ménage à trois
You laughed so hard you cracked your chin against the bar
This statement might sound phoney
But I miss you
And I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on
Oh God how wonderful it is
Crossing bridges in the mist
Øresund across the Tejo
Behind on aggregate away
But Benfica still went through
And we still spent an afternoon
At the Gulbenkian museum
Sharing stories in the shade, oh what a day
This statement might sound phoney
But I miss you
And I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on
Although it gets frustrating
I really don't mind waiting
Distance stretches on and on and on
I look at you
And I am confident that I'd rather look at you
Than all the portraits in existence in the world
Except possibly O'Hara by Grace Hartigan
Or something else
I'm not a connoisseur
I'm monolingual, and absurd
And I know this statement might sound phoney
But I miss you
And I'm lonely
I miss you
I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on
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