once upon a sign i read a warning and it said when in rome don t feed the lions what is meant i can t hazard a guess but now i ve learnt my lesson i m a better person i m filled up with high hopes and i m fed up with soft soaps long in the tooth and short on wisdom and up to here with the ache and if the matchmaker calls hand in hand with a catch of the day i ll rise to the bait but it ll still be more than a heart can take more than feeling great more than a tongue can tell i d need to take leave of my senses to get a moment s rest following in footsteps footsure in fancy dress head in my hands i m making plans hoovering up for the day when the matchmaker calls hand in hand with the catch of the day i ll raise to the bait but it ll still be more then a heart can take more than feeling great more than a tongue can tell and the itch to get rich quick has never been so hard to reach with my hands tied behind my back shin deep in cement and sand just like the anchor man i broke loose and crashed to the sea bed clutching the shortest straw and if you threw me a line that s as smart as you think it wouldn t stop me sinking down to cry on what flashed before my eyes what flashed before my eyes my eyes do do do do