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97 lovers Twisted out of shape And just one kiss could get them straight. I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore In a short towelling dressing gown pinned to her bedroom wall. She married a man who works on a building site. Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night. 97 lovers Twisted out of shape And just one kiss could get them straight. 97 lovers rose to meet the sun And when the day was over there were only 91. Another I knew, She laughs too loud with her friends; Playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend. The one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door And he picks her heart up off the table. He watches it smash on the floor. 97 Lovers Twisted out of shape And just one kiss could get them straight. |