Turn off the wireless, Jasmine I can’t think straight I should have left an hour ago Now it’s getting rather late
Anyone with vision Would have taken the decision To get while the getting’s good To get while the getting’s good
Making my excuses Stumbling headlong down the hall I'm not sure what I really want If anything at all
Anyone with vision Would have taken the decision To get while the getting’s good To get while the getting’s good
I'm not one To rub your nose In reams and reams of purple prose Which is why I wrote this song And I'm not one To chew the fat When all that need be said is that There’s something very wrong
Anyone with vision Would have taken the decision To get while the getting’s good To get while the getting’s good