The Pleasure of Your Company Songtext
von Hugh Cornwell

I told you once or twice,
You′d have to pay the price.
It's been going on too long,
I had a feeling something′s wrong.

I miss the pleasure of your company...

You never laughed the way you did,
and you're insulting me instead.
Now I hardly know your face.
I'm avoiding you in case:

I can never show much sympathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
I′m running dry on my empathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.


I tried to wipe you from my memory.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
You′re my incureable malody.
I miss the pleasure of your company.

You were growing in style.
You just lost that childish smile.
And if I had to make a guess,
You left an awful bloody mess.

I miss the pleasure of your company,
I miss the pleasure of your company.
I can never show much symoathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
I'm running dry on my empathy.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
I tried to wipe you from my memory.
I miss the pleasure of your company.
Your my incureable malody.
I miss the pleasure of your company.