Katy's on the telephone
With her collar up and her defences down
I smell like brandy and it's starting to rain
She says the line is bad, she says âSpeak up Dadâ
But she speaks so softly when she says my name
She and I are talking, me and her
She says âit's just this kind of thing that could tear us apartâ
I smell a little stronger now
I say âfirst we need something to tear us togetherâ
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Sue and I are walking, me and her
Along glistening footpaths in a strange suburb
And as we duck into a disused doorway
I wonder what she meant when she spoke of seeking shelter
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