loneliness costs

(one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. two can be as bad as 1

it's the loneliest number since the number 1)

he's got dust up his nose and i suppose it was down to the fact that he just lost his english rose

you could tell he was the lowest of lows through the choice of his clothes

i was shocked cos he usually posed

he dressed to impress in the brightest of yellows and reds but that said he looked dead in his threads

whereas before man he would have paraded today he looked jaded

face shaved in a masquerade

even the horse on his polo was faded

and i'm afraid it was cos of a lady the one he called baby

well what can i say she

wanted to leave he allowed a return to powder

it was logical

she was phenomenal

she ticked every box in the wish list

abdominals too

he said no bruv

if i was you i would write a song for her

i can still picture us in venice on a gondola

i'm fond of her too

and it's true she got a new man

but she's only human

people change a lot

what

now you got a lot of hot chicks for you to christen but you gone and lost the plot on a self destruct mission

soon i see you in a squat without a pot to piss in

thinking of your future now's the time to listen

his livelihood was disappearing up his nostrils

it's plain to see the cost of love kills

(one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. two can be as bad as 1

it's the loneliest number since the number 1)

he made no apologies for his vexed look

he easily gets shook

i paused as i went for my cheque book

to write him a gesture

but i saw i had to question my motives

exploded and gave him a lecture

you're doing more lines than in a whole yellow textbook

soon you'll be looking like daniella westbrook

let's look here at the facts man

you're already in enough shit with the tax man

plus i know i'm being tough on you like jeremey paxman

you really got clean up your act man

he said thanks man for the advice

i know intentions are nice

but i wanna throw my money on vice

i feel as though i'm putting back some spice in my life

like posh spice is my wife

this shit gets me through the trouble and strife

sucking up dust like a dyson

a shadow of his former self like mike tyson

(look my son what's done is done

you gotta leave her alone now you've had your fun

you need to address if you've been depressed

yes

over reacted and made a miss)

cos sometimes one plus one is one

cos two becomes one when you love someone

but when it's all done you each become one

you're back to square one

you're lonely

(one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. two can be as bad as 1

it's the loneliest number since the number 1)