The Bedroom Floor Anfield Pitch
¶ 1
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I’ve grazed me knees and made them sore
I’ve tackled wardrobes nutmegged doors
In countless FA Cups I’ve scored
Upon that pitch, my bedroom floor!
¶ 2
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I’ve heard the Kop sing out my name
When I’ve come on to save the game
If they’ve got three then I’ll get four
Upon that pitch, my bedroom floor!
¶ 3
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I jink I swerve I run straight through
There’s nothing their defence can do
I get the ball the terrace roars
Upon that pitch, my bedroom floor!
¶ 4
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I make my space I pass and move
The greatest 9 for Liverpool
The winning team who I played for
Upon that pitch, my bedroom floor!
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004
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