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Allan Hill - The Alexander Lyrics

I'm learning self-control
When I pass the Alexander
When I leave the record store
And I’m somehow empty-handed

September comes to call
Little boy
September's all around you
You've scattered on the floor
Little boy
While I’ve got things to tend to

I'm not your lover
And I won't be your friend
I'm not your lover
And I'm not your friend

I'm learning self-control
When I pass the Alexander
Shе's gentle on the call
And I forgеt that I can't stand her

November came to call
Little boy
She’s lavender and leather
You haven’t pushed at all
Little boy
And I've got better things to tend to
I’d like to see you try
I'd like you to remember I'd like to see you try
I'd like to see you