Single Market

She wants a lobster
But I’m not sure I’m a catch
The single market is a tough old nut to crack
I’m in the soup
Head immersed and tail too
Can’t multitask, and her net was cast
How could I sail through?
Seated on the razor’s edge
You wait for me with bated breath
Seems as though I’m hard to get
I changed my mind, your heart was set
She wears the trousers
And I’m just an anorak
The single market is a tough old nut to crack
I sparred with her
High and dry, I drew a blank
I’m a failsmith and she’s a big fish
In a small think tank
Seated on the razor’s edge
I wait for you with bated breath
Seems as though you’re hard to get
I staked you out, I starved to death
All my life, I’ve been looking for someone like you
Now you’re mine, I’ve forgotten what to do
Seated on the razor’s edge
You wait for me with bated breath
Seems as though I’m hard to get
I changed my mind, your heart was set