Belle and Sebastian

^D You know my wandering days are over
Does that ^A mean that I'm getting ^F#m boring?
You tell ^G me
I'm tired of listening to myself now
I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the ^D rest of them
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
Now the centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
I said "My celibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
^D Six months on, the ^G winter's gone
The ^D disenchanted ^G pony
^D Left the town with the ^G circus boy
The ^C circus boy got ^G lonely
It's summer, and it's sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy
Belle & Sebastian fans would be well advised to browse Paul
Mitchell's appealing site 'Sinister' at
www.ph.ed.ac.uk/~mitchell/sinister/