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[Verse 1] Well, we're here We're at the common again Smoked six of the ten fags that I only bought an hour ago Said, 'Well I, I like the look of your shoes I like the way that your face looks when I'm arguing with you' And so when, when we all grow old I hope this song will remind you that I'm not half as bad as what you've been told [Chorus] And when I knock at a hundred and two And I see your pajamas I can't stop smiling at you [Verse 2] That's why we're here, we're at the common again I've been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin I said, 'Well I, I like the cut of your jib I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him' But on this shirt I found your smell I just sat there for ages contemplating what to do with myself [Chorus] I called you up at a hundred and two We just sat there for ages Talking about that boy what was getting on to you