Kinkdom

Don't you fret, now, i'll be there
I'll be there to hold your hand.
I'll be there to see the sunrise,
As it lightens up the sky.

Don't you fret, now, i'll be there,
I'll be there to put you right.
I'll be there to hold you tightly,
When the sun goes down at night.

I can't wait until the day,
I'll come home to you again.
For my love won't ever fade,
I will always feel the same.

Don't you fret, don't you fret,
I'll come home to you again.
Don't you fret, don't you fret,
I'll come home to you again.

Make a brand new pot of tea,
Make my favorite kind of dish.
Do the things that i remember,
That'll make my dearest wish.

I can't wait until the day,
I'll come home to you again.
For my love won't ever fade,
I will always feel the same.

So don't you fret love,
Don't you fret love, no more.
Don't you fret love, no more.

All the good times have all been in vain,
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

It's a shame,
'cause i didn't wanna cause you any pain,
But i know that it wouldn't be the same
All the good times have all been in vain,
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

It's a shame,
'cause i didn't intend to do you wrong,
I'd come back but it wouldn't last for long.
I would, if i could, but i can't.
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

It's a shame, such a shame,
'cause i swore i'd never let you down,
But i was the one who was doing wrong,
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

'cause i didn't intend to do you wrong,
I'd come back but it wouldn't last for long.
I would, if i could, but i can't.
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

It's a shame, such a shame,
'cause i swore i'd never let you down,
But i was the one who was doing wrong,
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

'cause i didn't wanna cause you any pain,
But i know that it wouldn't be the same
All the good times have all been in vain,
It's a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best,
'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

And when he does his little rounds,
'round the boutiques of london town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week he's in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built 'round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
'cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.
He's a dedicated follower of fashion.
He's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next in line for heartache?
Who'll make the same mistakes i made over you?

Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next in line?
For you?

Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next to watch your love fade?
All your affections finally fade away.

There'll be no use in sighing.
Who'll be the next in line?
For you?

One day you'll find out when i'm gone,
I was the best one you had,
I was the one who gave you love.

Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next in line for heartaches?
Who'll make the same mistakes i made over you?

There'll be no use in sighing.
Who'll be the next in line?
For you?

One day you'll find out when i'm gone,
I was the best one you had,
I was the one who gave you love.

Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next in line for heartaches?
Who'll make the same mistakes i made over you?

Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next in line?
For you?
For you?

'cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.

And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And his mother goes to meetings,
While his father pulls the maid,
And she stirs the tea with councilors,
While discussing foreign trade,
And she passes looks, as well as bills
At every suave young man

'cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And he likes his own backyard,
And he likes his fags the best,
'cause he's better than the rest,
And his own sweat smells the best,
And he hopes to grab his father's loot,
When pater passes on.

'cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

And he plays at stocks and shares,
And he goes to the regatta,
And he adores the girl next door,
'cause he's dying to get at her,
But his mother knows the best about
The matrimonial stakes.

'cause he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

I've been cryin' all the winter.
I've been waiting for some good to come my way,
But i'll wait till the summer comes along.
Dear lord, have i done so much wrong.

How can i go on,
Wondering what i did wrong,
Can it be too much to ask?
Please, oh please, let it be.

If the summer'll come my way,
Will i find someone to take the place of [?]?
But i'll wait till the summer comes along.
Dear lord, tell me what could i've done wrong.

Can it be that she,
Never wanted to,
Break some poor mother's heart?
Please, oh please, let it be.

I know my summer'll never come.
I know i'll cry until my dying day has come.
Let the winter roll along.
I've got nothing left but song.

Oh, oh, what's happened?
Oh, oh, what's happened?