I Can’t Hold On

I Can’t Hold On
(Difford/Tilbrook)

In the corner by the DJ unit
The flag of beauty my eyes salute it
She likes love
By luck or labour
She likes love
But not for favour
I can’t hold on
No I can’t hold on

She keeps her lips on the straw she’s sucking
Looks at me but her eyes see nothing
Love’s her stare
The steps to her heart
Love’s the climb
The bite not her bark
I can’t hold on
No I can’t hold on

I pour the milk into the cat’s saucer
I’m John Wayne as I’m walking towards her
She’d like to dance
But not this minute
She’s the fish I’d love to fillet
I can’t hold on
Oh I can’t hold on

I draw first with a stammer of verbal
We dance like pigeons forever in circle
She likes to dance
Her cocktail’s shaken
She likes love
And it’s temptation
I can’t hold on
Oh I can’t hold on

The lights flash green
My envy lights up
The lights just flash
And I feel tied up
Love’s for sale
And I am sold on
But there’s no way
That I can hold on

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