I'll manage somehow

catch the bus by half past three

otherwise you'll find you're walking home

the forecast is for rain

two weeks in an awkwars squeeze

he just ignores the phone and turns

the t.v. up when he gets in



my favourite thing has gone away

and i know it won't be easy now-but i'll manage somehow

i stole his shoes and ran away

trying jolly hard to see if we can catch him round the bend

oh no!


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