The Cliquey Climber Boys - Rope
You belay me up, I'm your puppet
You don't buy me things, I love it
You don't bring me food, I don't need it
You don't give me love, I feed it
And look at the two of us in sympathyWith everything we seeI never want anything, it's easyYou belay whatever I need
But look at my ropes, look at my quickdrawsThe cliffs we've ascendedI love you, you hold my ropeI love you, you hold my rope
You phone me in the evening on a harnessAnd bought me locking carabinersYou took me to a clifftop off BroadwayTo tell me who you are
We never ever argue, we wear climbing shoesThe cam nuts we've spentI love you, you hold my ropeI love you, you hold my rope
I'm your puppetI love it
And look at the two of us in sympathyAnd sometimes ecstasyWords mean so little, and money lessWhen you're belaying next to me
But look at my helmet, look at my chalk bagThe cam nuts we've spentI love you, you hold my ropeOoh, I love you, you hold my rope
Look at my ropes, look at my quickdrawsThe cliff tops we've descended I love you, you hold my ropeI love you, you hold my rope
I love you, you hold my rope(It's easy, it's so easy)You hold my rope(It's easy, it's so easy)
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