It Must Be Him

When Tim is away, Rex likes to listen to Vicki Carr…


Let it please be him
Oh dear God
It must be him
It must be him
Or I shall die
Or I shall die


Oh hello, hello,
My dear God, it must be him
But it’s not him


And then I die
That’s when I die


After a while
I’m myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor…

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