Mary Rowena - Mr Leek

Mr. Leek he cannot speak, for soul for sand or life
Won't drop us a line cause he's got no spine
Nor support for the concept of speech

Yeah it quite hurts the invertebrate doesn't seem to have a care
The cat's got his tongue, and his words said through mum
Guess it's me who'll be setting it straight

I've stuck to my guns and although we had fun, I'm not going to waste my time
Trying to get you back, I'd rather give you a smack
Cause your behaviour has been so naive

You're the only one apart from Taff who had the wits to make me laugh
I love ya still, I hate you nil
And if anything this will all be simpler without the romance

Just keep on your pants and spare us a dance
It's as easy as that, so get your tongue from the cat
And get some guts you miserable swine

Just give us a bell and all will be swell
Cause you can be sweet when you wanna be

Neither of us knows how each other's story goes
What's the use in losing our hair?

But I may strike you with strewth when I tell you the truth;
That for you I won't live, but I'd die

Mary Rowena

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