Quietly Alone Lyrics
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Quietly Alone Lyricsby Kirsty MacColl Buy album CD: The Stiff Years There's an old ... coming on my new tv So I go out for a quiet drink But it costs a packet and it's such a racket That I can't hear myself think There's a microchip one armed bandit with a screw loose A stripper in the corner with a face like thunder A terrible band playing "johnny b goode" So I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone I get up in the morning with the radio on I do my makeup and I go to look for work Somebody tells me that the job's just gone And I've been replaced by some computer jerk I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can 'cos a space invader stole my man There's a dreadful playing "johnny b goode" So I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone Trying to keep my sanity is hard to do Living like a hermit all alone Find an occupation that won't deafen me My sense of reality's gone My temperature is getting higher and higher And I'm shaking in my jeans 'cos I get so angry when I'm shut in With one of those machines I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can 'cos a space invader stole my man And the synthesizer's playing "johnny b goode" Then I'd rather go home and stay quietly alone Quietly alone Quietly alone Quietly alone Quietly alone
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