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Monica sighedRolled on her sideShe was so impressed that she just surrenderedShe was moved by his wheelsShe was just up from walesHe was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch herLose the sense of timeNail down the blindsAnd in the succulent dark there's a sense of endingJoking asideThe mechanical brideHas fallen prey to the great pretender.Let me just point out discreetlyThough you never learnAll those tawdry late night weepiesI could make you weep more cheaplyAs the empty moon enamelsMonica with spoons and candlesBangs around without the light onFurniture to get it right onSettled in a homely fishpoolHung with little eelsOften thinks that travel widens'stay at home, the trout obliges'Monica sighedRolled on to her sideShe was so impressed that she just surrendered.