Couch Lovers

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Walking alone All alone, back to my flat I call home

My head is pointed to the ground, my mind is driftin

I smell this fragrance in my head, it starts livin

I turn around slow There you were lookin' and a-smilin' so

I walked on over, do I know ya? I don't think so, hi, I'm Claire

Here's my number, call me later, Let's do dinner, I'll be there

I got her number, I didn't call her I'm such a waster, still a loner

We could be naked, we should be makin' love right now