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We Slept In This Morning And She Had To Get Ready In A Hurry No Time for Her Usual Attention To Detail And She Ran Out The Door
Slamming It Behind Her
Leaving Her Keys Swinging And Jangling
I Stayed In Bed Until I Heard The Downstairs Door Shut
Then Peeked Through The Blinds And As Soon As She Was Out Of Sight
I Went for The Keys
She Never Tried To Make A Secret Of The Box Or The fact It Was Locked Or Even Where She Kept It
But As I Said At The Time If Youve Nothing To Hide
Why Hide It
Its One Of Those Wee Red Cashbox Things And She Keeps It In A Drawer By The Bed
Under Some Pictures And Books
Every Key She Has Is On The Same Keyring It Took Me A While To find The Right One
I Dont Know
I Suppose Ive Had My Doubts for A While
Theres Been Hushed Phone-calls Virtually Every Night
Her friends Stop Talking When I Come In The Room And They Look At Each Other
And I Dont Know
Its Just A feeling
Anyway
I Eventually found The Right Key And It fitted Perfectly In
I Put The Box On Top Of The Bed And Opened It Up
There Were These Pictures Of friends And Exs
Letters
Postcards
Doodles
Nothing Bad And Then I found Some Sort Of Sex Diary And I Went To The Latest Entry
It Explicity Detailed A Recent Adventure Up The Park With A Boy She Said She Had forgotten About
And It Got Worse As It Went On
The Dates Never Made Sense
There Were People I Had Never Even Heard Of
Eventually I Had To Stop Reading It Because I Started To feel Sick
So I Put Everything Back The Way I found It
Shut The Drawer And Phoned You
See
I Dont Know What To Do
I Keep Having fantasies About Leaving Her Dictaphone Under The Pillow Or following Her When She Goes To Work
Ive Been Lying About Where Im Going
Just In Case I Can Bump Into Her
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"Love Song Lyric : Love Detective"
"Artist : Arab Strap"
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