From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing Left of centre it won't get much better than that I couldn't contemplate living with you there on the right Cold demeanour, a veiled word'd beneath her in fact In fact I'd rather break up with a good friend than put Up a fight She'd take up arguments and wear you down Guage what you'd say Then make like sherbet dip wouldn't Melt in her mouth Curse you'll pace, it came in bursts Foam in rage, she'll feign concern Burn you out Who's burnt you out? Force fed 'Springer', her noise, index finger, a spat They're making common sense of a figment Of some other life Left of centre it won't get much better than that I couldn't contemplate living with you there on the right