Where's the candlelight, where's
the smiles
Man this place goes on for
miles
There's heaps and heaps of
wedding rings
Equal space for tramps and
kings
There's no doberman dogs or
security guards at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come
as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tanks of teardrops shed in
vain
Mixin with the pouring rain
Promises go up in smoke
Freight cars full of abandoned
hurt and hope
There's no doberman dogs or
security guards at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come
as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tiny trysts or grand affairs,
there’s no more need for teddy bears
The time for pretty words
has past, so fly the flag of love half mast
At the love junkyard, yeah
There's no dobermans though
or security guards at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, bring
your broken heart, to the love junkyard
To the love, to the love junkyard
Is that you, is that you,
is that you baby, is that you...
Look what I've done for you
...
Taken from Lenny Diadel Web Site
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