Monday morning fiction on the tube then sorting out the daily mail   Nasty habit read the horoscope then pick the skin around her nails   Are shiny, made for making love or kissing indiscreetly, at the weekend   Miss the drink that leaves you feeling peaky      Tuesday lunchtime itchy in a suit all dressed up for the pantomime   How d'you know though when you're getting on or when you're getting back in   Line-up strung-up listen to the sound of someone else's fun fair   Always racing they'll catch you when you thought you'd just got somewhere      There's nothing you can do, I'll make it up to you   You're feeling just like them   Tonight we'll find a different world or sign a different treaty   Love makes you forgetful so completely      You're always looking, read about the lives that loiter in non-fiction   While you're waiting, someone stole the courage of your conviction