I decided that you should know a list of things that have to go.
Starting with those curtains & that pinstripe suit from Burtons
That stink that comes from under the sink, the dodgy gin you make me drink, your weird friend from work – the missing link.
Now let me think…
Your iffy taste in music, death metal I hear you say…well I think it’s loud & trashy & it has to go away.
The tatty orange lampshade & the smelly copper box & the plastic Larks from Marks & Sparks, the cotton ankle socks
Your ‘Frankie Says’ t-shirt & those holey jogging bottoms, I never ever liked them since that fateful day you got ‘em.
The photo on the mantlepiece of your creepy great-grandmother, the framed portrait of Alfred the Great…could there ever be another?
Do you ever think to clear-out the content of the cupboard or the fridge?
Some of it’s been there since I was 3 watching ‘Mary, Mungo & Midge’
There’s old veg that reeks, it’s been there for weeks, honestly the pong
The rotten cheese, I spotted fleas, is just all kinds of wrong.
There’s the skates you wore in days of yore, when we went roller-disco dancing
Plus, the wedding dress, I confess is a hell of a mess – yep, another boil for lancing
So, in conclusion, to avoid confusion, as you’re stuck to me like glue
The thing that needs to go the most, isn’t a phantom or the holy ghost
It’s you, my dear, it’s you.
