Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It’s a problem of mine
But it’s no problem I find
Living a lie that I can’t leave behind
But there’s no sense in lying in bed
Let’s just drive up to Durham instead
But that’s the way that it goes
And now everyone knows
And every day my confusion grows

Every time I think of Boris
I get down on my knees and pray
I’m waiting for my husband Dom
To say the words that I can’t say

from the album The Great Dominic Swindle

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