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 You know my wandering days are over

 Does that mean that I'm getting boring?

 You tell me

I'm tired of listening to myself now

 I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them

You know my bip-bopping days are over

I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor

Now the centre of my so called being is

The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors

I said "My celibate days are over"

You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed

In the mirror of my steamy bathroom

Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

 Six months on, the winter's gone

 The disenchanted pony

 Left the town with the circus boy

 The circus boy got lonely

It's summer, and it's sister song's

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy