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The Wedding Present - Nobody's Twisting Your Arm

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Nobody's Twisting Your Arm

Feb 1988 - UK 7" (Reception Records REC 009)
Feb 1988 - UK 12" (Reception Records REC 009/12)
Feb 1988 - UK CD Single (Reception Records REC CD 009)

1 Nobody's Twisting Your Arm (4.01)
2 Nothing Comes Easy (4.24)*
3 Don't Laugh (3.01)*
4 I'm Not Always So Stupid (4.04)
Total Time: 15.36 (* 12" & CD Single only)

8000 copies released in a gatefold sleeve.

Sleeve

Nobody's Twisting Your Arm And when I called your house
I'm sure your sister thought that I was somebody else
I heard a laugh down the phone
And then the answer came that you weren't at home

You know I never go there
Because I hate to dance and you really don't care
Why don't you go on your own?
How can you lie there and say you'll come back alone?

Oh well that's fine, I don't care anymore
Nobody's twisting your arm
Here's the key...there's the door
Oh well that's fine, I don't care anymore
Nobody's twisting your arm
Here's the key...there's the door

Before we go back in
What about those secret smiles that you were giving to him?
Oh, just "somebody you met"
Well I go out of my way and this is the thanks that I get!

I'm just a slave to your greed
I'm not the kind of boyfriend that you need
But if you'd like me to go
You'll get no trouble from me, just so long as I know

Oh well that's fine, I don't care anymore
Nobody's twisting your arm
Here's the key...there's the door
Oh well that's fine, I don't care anymore
Nobody's twisting your arm
Here's the key...there's the door
Take it away Grapper!

Oh well that's fine, I don't care anymore
Nobody's twisting your arm
Here's the key...there's the door
Oh well that's fine, I don't care anymore
Nobody's twisting your arm
Here's the key...there's the door
I don't love you anymore

Nothing Comes Easy I knew that something must be up
I'm not as daft as I might look
But if you can't be good, be careful
If you don't brush your coat, that hair will
Give the game away

I knew you'd think of going there
Oh I can lend you both the fare
But if you've got a choice then use it
You don't know what you need until you lose it
I've done the same myself

I wish you knew for sure
I don't understand you anymore
Before you slam that door
There's so much to lose and you will lose it all
Oh you will lose it all

You know that I'll always stand by
But don't ask me if I'll lie
I don't see any guilt on your face
I wouldn't like to be in your place
You don't know when you're well off

I wish I knew for sure
I don't understand you anymore
Before you slam that door
There's so much to lose and we will lose it all
Oh we will lose it all

Don't Laugh I never thought I could live here on my own
But then I guess everybody's got to live somewhere
Four tins of paint made this our home
Oh I got less on the walls than I got in my hair

When we moved in here the dog was still a pup
Do you remember the time he chewed those curtains that we found?
I laughed the day you put them up
The day you left I tore them down

Don't laugh, don't even sigh
I touched your skin last night
But your half of the bed was empty
So I guess I must have dreamt it
I don't know why
Don't laugh, don't even try
I touched your skin last night
I didn't fall asleep til morning
And then the next day I couldn't stop yawning
Oh how I try

And these bedroom walls are paper thin
You took a side in every neighbours' row
And those kids next door make such a din
But sitting here it seems ever so quiet now

I'm Not Always So Stupid Every time a car drives past I think it's you
Every time somebody laughs I think it's you
You changed your number and my phonebook's such a mess
But I can't bear to cross your name out yet
Each time the doorbell rings it might be you
Each letter the postman brings might be from you

I made a fool of myself yet once again
A boy who's been this cruel looks for others to share the blame
Somebody told me you went to work down south
As far away as you can from my big mouth
I bumped into Jane and she told me to drop dead
Oh she's not to blame, I know exactly what I said!

Every time a car drives past I think it's you
Every time somebody laughs I think it's you
Every time a car drives past I think it's you
Every time somebody laughs I think it's you

©2005 Chester Severien (Chester@Severien.nl)