NOTHING RHYMED by Gilbert O’Sullivan

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  If I give up the seat I’ve been saving

for some elderly lady or man

am I deemed a good boy

am I your pride and joy

mama please, if you please say I am

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And if while in the course of my duties

I perform an unfortunate break

will you punish me oh

unbelievably so

never again will I make that mistake

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This feeling inside me could never deny me

the right to be wrong if I choose

and the pleasure I get from say winning a bet

is to lose

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Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured

nothing gained, nothing stillborn or lost

nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth

nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine

nothing hopelessly, helplessly, recklessly  blind

nothing I couldn’t say

nothing why? ’cause today

nothing rhymed.

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While I’m drinking my Bonaparte shandy

eating more than enough apple pies

will I turn to my screen

and see real human beings

starving to death right in front of my eyes

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This feeling inside me…..

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CLAIRE

Claire, the moment I met you I swear

I felt as if some thing somewhere

had happened to me, which I couln’t see

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And then, the moment I met you again

I knew in my heart that we were friends

it had to be so, it couldn’t be no

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’cause try hard as I might do I just don’t know why

but you get to me in a way I can’t describe

words are so simple,when you look up and smile

I don’t care what people say, to me you’re more than a child

oh Claire, Claire

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Claire, if ever a moment so rare

had happened to someone, somewhere

that moment is you, and all that you do

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Oh why? in spite of our age difference do I cry?

each time I leave you I feel I want to die

nothing means more to me than hearing you say

I’m going to marry you, will you marry me uncle Ray

oh Claire, Claire

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Claire, I’ve told you before don’t you dare

Get back into bed, can’t you see that it’s late

no you can’t have a drink,

oh well alright but just wait just a bit

While I, in an effort to babysit

capture my breath what there is left of it

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You can be murder at this hour of the day

but in the morning this hour will seem a lifetime away

oh Claire, Claire…….Claire

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