The Pleasure of Your Company - Caroline Campbell, Hugh Cornwell, Chris Bell

I told you once or twice

That 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

I miss the pleasure of your company

I miss the pleasure of your company

I miss the pleasure of your company

You never laugh the way you did

And you’re insulting me instead

And 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 incurable malady

I miss the pleasure of your company

You were growing old in style

But 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 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 incurable malady

I miss the pleasure of your company