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Bloke

It was an Algarve affair

You had blondie-brown hair

But I just couldn't bear

To keep pushing on thru'

I was in my twenties

You made me weak at the knees

And you even made teas

What else was I to do

The memory still lingers

Sun, sea & sticky fingers - and diving in

In the morning you'd go down

To the shop to look for brown - bread & cheese

But it wasn't on sale - 'twas an Algarve affair

It was hot the whole day

I just didn't care

In the villa we'd stay

I had nothing to wear

So I thought whey-hey-hey

I know, it was hoon, incest

We were sleeping in the kitchen

The covers kindof started twitching

What a guy

Very cheap sangria followed, lucky for me you swallowed

Every wine,

And so it started with an Algarve affair

Just an Algarve affair

With intruders to spare

There was steam in the air

I know hols are over now

Try to get steamed somehow

I'll clean pots like a wife

And iron shirts all my life

But I won’t stop eating sprouts

Please, please stop eating sprouts

Ciao, Bonjour, Guttentag

We must live life in a bar

Long term affair

Ooh

Long term affair

Baby, baby, baby

Long term affair

Ooh, aa-aah