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There was this shop called Swanky Rhodes
Just at the top of the Camden Road
You walked past, I recognised you
You screwed a guy and you killed him after
In a film I'd seen of you before
Way, way, way back
In the days of yore
Nothing could touch you
Only the snack tins imprinted on you
You just didn't care, your hair was the same
Your face looked older and your clothes were grey
Working in the fringe shop
Trying to keep the dream alive
I saw a guy shooting up on the towpath
He didn't even look up as the shoppers walked past
I thought I heard him saying
"How about you get on this?"
Yeah
Well, how about you get on this?
I can resist gentrification
But I cannot resist temptation
You were carrying a basket when I next caught your eye
A glint behind the clutter of a shop so alive
Surely you could miss your appointment
I'll try not to be one more disappointment
It turned out you lived above the shop
And that's why you worked there
(No shit Sherlock)
It was a very small flat
With a very narrow kitchen
No need for further explanation
You sat down on the work surface
I got down to work on your surface
I could hardly get my breath
Toast crumbs like needles on the back of your legs
Hey baby, well, how about you get on this?
Yeah, well, how about you get on this?
Well, the crumbs left marks
You tried to brush them off
I tried to make tea but the milk was off
And I forgot my shopping in my rush to get home
In the days of VHS and casual sex
Welcome to the Deafening Jungle
So glad that you could come for tea
I know you like a bit of rough and tumble
But you never left a mark on me, yeah
Some fell by the wayside
Some moved up to Teesside
Some still scoring cocaine