It’s not that don’t love yer

I just come from a different place

We could reconcile our differences

But there’s no accounting for taste

I wish yer could see things My Way

But to you it’s just white noise

You’d rather listen to your Walkman

Thinking about macho boys

We’re simply not compatible

Surely yer can see that can’t yer?

Fundamentally speaking

 

You say Sinitta...

I say Sinatra...