| Accommodation
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
Now listen Jack, that note you sent
It got there late
Long after she already went
There's no one there to send that letter back
Not one fool thing, the cupboard's bare
the place is clean
There's nothing in there but the air
She took the curtains, rail, rod and ring
She paid the bills, she stopped the milk
Rolled up the rugs
And packed her cotton gear and silk
And whipped the Penguins off the windowsills
She took it all, don't kid yourself
She left a trace
Of how she looked there, walking, lying
So damned happy she was dying
The kitchen shelves
Are shadows of their former selves
The floorboards line up to face the wall
A sharper man could hear the sunlight fall
Now listen Jack, that note you sent
It got there late
Long after she already went
It was a good place
But it needed two to pay the rent
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