Ian Dury & The Blockheads
Geraldine

I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre
If she didn't exist I'd have to invent her
There isn't any secret to my frequent visits
It's the way she makes them and they're all exquisite

I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre
I'm enamoured of the magic of her fresh polenta
My temperature rises and my pulses quicken
When she gets cracking with the coronation chicken
Geraldine, Geraldine

I know there's much more to life than the physical side
And I should put these thoughts on hold
But when she buttering my baguette
My blood runs hot and cold
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G

I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre
I'm living for the moment that I next frequent her
In beauty's eyes beholding my inamorata
As she works her wonders on a dried tomato
Geraldine, Geraldine

I know there's much more to life than the sensual side
And the spiritual should come first
But when she's buttering my baguette
I think I'm going to burst
Geraldine, that's the nicest badge I've ever seen
Geraldine, you make the world seem fresh and clean
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G


Mirror lyrics:

Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine, you make the world seem fresh and clean
Geraldine, that's the nicest badge I've ever seen
I think I'm going to burst
But when she's buttering my baguette
And the spiritual should come first
I know there's much more to life than the sensual side

Geraldine, Geraldine
As she works her wonders on a dried tomato
In beauty's eyes beholding my inamorata
I'm living for the moment that I next frequent her
I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre

Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
My blood runs hot and cold
But when she buttering my baguette
And I should put these thoughts on hold
I know there's much more to life than the physical side

Geraldine, Geraldine
When she gets cracking with the coronation chicken
My temperature rises and my pulses quicken
I'm enamoured of the magic of her fresh polenta
I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre

It's the way she makes them and they're all exquisite
There isn't any secret to my frequent visits
If she didn't exist I'd have to invent her
I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre


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