| Lyrics: | I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre
If she didn't exist I'd have to invent
her
There isn't any secret to my frequent visits
It's the way she makes them and they're all
exquisite
I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre
I'm enamoured of the magic
of her fresh polenta
My temperature rises and my pulses quicken
When she gets cracking with
the coronation chicken
Geraldine, Geraldine
I know there's much more to life than the
physical side
And I should put these thoughts on hold
But when she buttering my
baguette
My blood runs hot and cold
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine,
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G
I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre
I'm living for the
moment that I next frequent her
In beauty's eyes beholding my inamorata
As she works her
wonders on a dried tomato
Geraldine, Geraldine
I know there's much more to life than
the sensual side
And the spiritual should come first
But when she's buttering my
baguette
I think I'm going to burst
Geraldine, that's the nicest badge I've ever
seen
Geraldine, you make the world seem fresh and clean
Geraldine,
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine
Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G |
