Loneliness Costs

(アルバム： We Didn't Invent The Remix - 2006)

(One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.
Two can be as bad as 1, it's the loneliest number since the number 1)

He's got dust up his nose and I suppose it was down to the fact that he just lost his English rose
You could tell he was the lowest of lows through the choice of his clothes, I was shocked cos he usually posed
He dressed to impress in the brightest of yellows and reds but that said he looked dead in his threads
Whereas before man he would have paraded today he looked jaded, face shaved in a masquerade,
Even the horse on his polo was faded,
And I'm afraid it was cos of a lady the one he called baby, well what can I say she,
Wanted to leave he allowed a return to powder,
It was logical, she was phenomenal, she ticked every box in the wish list, abdominals too
He said no bruv, if I was you I would write a song for her,
I can still picture us in Venice on a gondola,
I'm fond of her too, and it's true she got a new man, but she's only human, people change a lot, what,
Now you got a lot of hot chicks for you to christen but you gone and lost the plot on a self destruct mission, soon I see you in a squat without a pot to piss in, Thinking of your future now's the time to listen, his livelihood was disappearing up his nostrils, it's plain to see the cost of love kills

(One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.
Two can be as bad as 1, it's the loneliest number since the number 1)

(Because one is the loneliest number)
(One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do)

He made no apologies for his vexed look, he easily gets shook
I paused as I went for my cheque book, to write him a gesture,
but I saw I had to question my motives, exploded and gave him a lecture,
You're doing more lines than in a whole yellow textbook,
soon you'll be looking like Daniella Westbrook
Let's look here at the facts man, you're already in enough shit with the tax man
Plus I know I'm being tough on you like Jeremey Paxman,
You really got clean up your act man, he said thanks man for the advice,
I know intentions are nice, but I wanna throw my money on vice,
I feel as though I'm putting back some spice in my life

Like posh spice is my wife, this shit gets me through the trouble and strife,
sucking up dust like a Dyson, a shadow of his former self like Mike Tyson

(Look my son what's done is done, you gotta leave her alone now you've had your fun,
you need to address if you've been depressed, yes, over reacted and made a miss)

Cos sometimes one plus one is one, cos two becomes one when you love someone,
but when it's all done you each become one, you're back to square one, you're lonely

(One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.
Two can be as bad as 1, it's the loneliest number since the number 1)

(One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do)
(The loneliest number)
(That you'll ever do)
(It's just no good anymore since you went away)