Solo In Soho - Phil Lynott

Stop this lying

Stop this cheating

Stop treating me like I am some

Kind of fool over whose eyes you can pull the wool

You’re not so cool

Remember it’s to me you are speaking

Stop cutting

Stop hurting

Stop this dirt

About you lifting up your skirt

To any man dressed in pants with shirt buttons undone and flirting

When you are so low down in Soho

There is no hope no how

No place to go You will go along

Some people say I’m a crazy kind of fool

But be that as it may

You always treat me cruel

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Stop talking

Stop eating

We can’t go on meeting

And greeting

Meeting and cheating and meeting

And sleeping you know that’s deceiting

And that’s only repeating

When you are so low

Down in Soho

There is no hope no how

There is no place to go But you will go along

Some people say I’m a crazy kind of fool

But be that as it may you always treat me cruel

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