Like a new winter's coat
I'm wearing your last embrace.
Like a cold quenching glass of water
I hold a clear picture of your face.
Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
‘Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty…
Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
‘Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty.
…
I'm hearing your last telephone call
Ringing louder and clearer than the rest…
I hear your invitation to see it all
Better written I am smitten no Protest.
Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
‘Cos soon I'll be bored and lonely…
Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
‘Cos soon I'll be bored and lonely.
…
I'm tasting the last glass of your wine,
The sweet taste lingers left on lips.
I'm tasting your sweet kisses with mine,
The sweet taste lingers left on lips.
So when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
‘Cos soon I'll be sober and unkissed…
Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
‘Cos soon I'll be sober and unkissed.
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