The Loft Lyrics

R.J. Johnson/B. Lee
Piggy's on the floor, getting some sun
The axe on the wall, isn't the only one
The case in the hall, show to everyone
The lock on the door
*If you wanna, if you oughtta
If you kinda, shoulda, sorta
If you'd like some, if you'd try some
So you're sure before you buy some Gotta come to terms with what I've found
The train will pass the loft each night at ten
Phone echoes round the loft at six am
People come and leave the loft every now and then
I love the loft
*Repeat
Gotta come to terms with what I've found (x 9)
I'll be around (x 4)

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