(Richard Thompson) 



If it's all the same to you 

I'll sit down on my pew 

So I don't fall 

I've been let down, oh yes 

But nothing quite like this 

That I recall 



I could have been anybody 

Anybody would do you 

Any Old Body 

Any Old Body 

Any Old Body would do 



And your little lies still cost 

Though you had your fingers crossed 

Nothing's for free 

And stealing's still a crime 

If it's one piece at a time 

Like you stole me 



I could have been anybody 

Anybody would do you 

Any Old Body 

Any Old Body 

Any Old Body would do 



Unique, original, one of a kind 

Special doesn't come to mind 

I'm hypnotized, cut to size 

In your arms and in your eyes 

Used, abused, confused is more 

The picture I'd be aiming for 

I'll just be your lump of flesh 

Your temporary interest 



I could have been anybody 

Anybody would do you 

Any Old Body 

Any Old Body 

Any Old Body would do