Tabletalk

Don't like your stare
Don't like the arm in the air
Your style is so brash
And that silly moustache
It was, table talk
The evil I see
Sends bad vibrations through me
And oh what a square
With your diagonal hair
It was, table talk

L said to Gilly
'how do you do table talk?'
'how do you do table talk?'
And this is what she said;
'love love love love
The love of his life
Too close to become a wife
And the death of this girl
Came close to saving the world
From his table talk