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Transcribed by Kevin Hung Last Thursday 5 30 A shoot in Ladbroke Grove Hours later Hey waiter Could you pour some more of those All for you And when I'm all alone I'm by the microphone I see your photograph Don't even want to laugh Some secret Must keep it Hey I wouldn't know who to tell Next morning Fair warning Ooh you have you got something to sell Wide awake The cold cold light of day Realise my taste My taste just slips away I say my taste just slips away Days later Saw the paper How did I fall for you All for you...