| Lyrics |
Don't like your stare
Don't like the arm in the air
Your style is so brash
And that silly moustache
It was, tabletalk
The evil i see
Sends bad vibrations through me
And oh what a square
With your diagonal hair
It was, tabletalk
L said to gilly
'how do you do tabletalk?'
'how do you do tabletalk?'
And this is what she said;
'love love love love...'
The love of his life
Too close to become a wife
And the death of this girl
Came close to saving the world
From his tabletalk
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