billy bragg
scholarship is the enemy of romance
Scholarship is the enemy of romance Where does that leave me? alone in the rain again What happened to the weekend I planned with you? We didn't even get upstairs this time  I never missed that end-of-term kiss But where did it go, miss? I don't know, miss  Take me to the fair and hold me close as we fly Through the air Then suddenly on Sunday, it all just melted away And when it had gone, between patches of yellowing grass I found a coin and lost what I was looking for  I never took the advice in that book Oh you should look, sir, you might learn, sir, You might learn, sir