When I call you will you tell me what to do
'cause I've reached a point where I depend on you
To supply me and rewind me every time that I go down
On the ground I see a face
It reminds me of a place I used to go
With you when I was a boy of seventeen
At least I think it was, if not somewhere between
That amount of fun I've not got
A lot of time to spare
Everywhere there's people staring
They think I am wearing funny clothes
Who knows, where I can go
For a meal there's a real restaurant in town
Who knows, where I can go
For a meal there's a real restaurant in town
I can see you looking through your little hole
In a wall just twice the thickness of the sole
On my shoe, I'm telling you you'd better all that I said
And be ready to go away
Anytime today

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Writer(s): GILBERT O'SULLIVAN