Well there was a girl who lived
nearby
Whenever he saw her he could
only simply sigh
But she lived in a house so
very big and grand
For him it seemed like some
very distant land
So when he called her
His shed to mend,
She said I'm sorry you'll
just have to find a friend.
Well this story is not so very
new
But the man is me, yes and
the girl is you
So leave your house come into
my shed
Please stop my world from
raining through my head
Please don't think
I'm not your sort
You'll find that sheds are
nicer than you thought.
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