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| Pete Atkin sings
Early Days by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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At a casual glance you seem to be in haste But let me tell you frankly haste makes waste I'm an enterprise where care for detail pays It's early days You won't get far with me before you find That I'm real coffee, not the instant kind So don't expect to win me with a phrase It's early days If you think you're gonna sweep me off my feet I don't sweep easily If you want a meal that bad, go out and eat But quit overwhelming me I suppose the merest mention of your name Is meant to find me bursting into flame Well I'm flickering but don't expect a blaze It's early days I suppose the merest mention of your name Is meant to find me bursting into flame Well I'm flickering but don't expect a blaze Until you've tried some slower ways It's early days It's early days | |||||
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