Phone phone the red receiver
At the end of the bed it keeps
Getting clearer
Rings run running around me

Untying the ribbons for
The good of the family
And your dear friends
Gathered together

You were looking for trouble
Now your losing your temper
Cold feet in London
Useless confetti

No groom
No first kiss
No diamonds for the girl
Don't look in the side of the wardrobe
The white dress hangs tall as a tightrope
Clothes piled high in a suitcase
Better get moving fast for it's too late

And you dear friends gathered in darkness
Formed a search and followed their partners
So phone phone the red receiver
At the end of the bed but no one will be here

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