Why do you come here?
And why, why do you hang around?
I'm so sorry, oh, I'm so sorryWhy do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know, oh, why do you come?Why do you telephone?
And why send me silly notes?
I'm so sorry, oh, I'm so sorryWhy do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know, oh, why do you come?You had to sneak into my room just to read my diary
It was just to see, just to see
All the things you knew I'd written about youOh so many illustrations
Oh, but I'm so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened and nowOh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay, ahaOh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Ah ah ha ah haOh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay, ah
It was a good lay, good lay, good lay
Ah ha ah haIt was a good lay, it was a good lay
Songwriters
Street, Stephen / Morrissey, StevenPublished by
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