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She sings along to every song
But always gets the lyrics wrong
She smiles and sticks out her tongue
Can’t believe it took so long
For me to even start to see
A little bit of her in me
And wondering if we’d ever be
If we'd have talked since 17

Would you believe me, if I told you that I'm sorry
I didn't mean to make you sad
When I heard that you were leaving home to travel
I didn't get chance to take it back
But what I wanna know is...
How was London, how was Crete?
How was Amsterdam and gay Parie?
How was Barcelona and Sciliy?

Hey little sweetie don't you know it's a fact
Your family's gonna be so proud you're top of the class
Now you've got your degree, they hope you return
To show your friends and lovers, all the things that you've learned

You've been a naughty naughty naughty naughty naughty naughty naughty
Little girl
In this dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty

Well I have got some information; though I don't know your name
Oh there's a party going on at Boothy's house, 1 beelegit lane
Well tell somebody to tell somebody to tell somebody new
Bring a crate and some wine, and you'll be fine
Enough to see you through
So have a drink and have a cigarette, drink and have a cigarette
Kiss and ask her name, but it doesn't seem right,
It seems a little funny cos her sister kissed the same

Wherever you go, no matter how far
Even if I cannot reach you no more
I know that we're not perfect by far
But joined by the sound of a humble guitar
Some people say, we're joined at the hip
But we're joined by a playlist, where we pick the hits
They got us through some of our worst times
Like broken hearts and dodgy lines

So you wanna feel amazing?
And be untouchable?
But it's driving you crazy
Listen up, this brother, can't seem
To get no love
No love
Are you treading on eggshells?
Are you going insane?

Don't talk to me about money
don't talk to be about fame
don't tell be about your lyrics
coz your songs are all the same
theres 11 on the guest list probably more by far
photographers and magazines and stacks of A&R

Tell yourself you're a lucky man
Tell yourself you're true
Tell yourself there's more to life than you
Tell yourself you're a happy man
Tell yourself you care
Tell yourself for your family that you are always there
Tell yourself you're a lucky man

I didn't like you much
Can't remember how we ended up
Getting back in touch
You made me change my hair
Just to make me change it back again
When fashion's in the air

Don't get me wrong

So you wanna stay tonight
And you're not bothered what your boyfriend said
It'll be all right
But I'm just a little concerned if you're gonna go play with fire
You'll get your fingers burned

So it's your place or my place
Hid under the staircase

What, what you got, not a lot, but you're desperate for the weekend.
Slip into your jeans and, put your Second Coming on.
Quick do your hair, move your mucky underwear and it's alright.
Yes it's alright, who you bring home tonight.

And she doesn't seem to care at all.
Into who's bed she falls.

She's got to find a boyfriend, she's working on a movie
Kissing at the premier they'll never see through me
He's got to start to mingle, he's working on a single
Got to get his drugs out, tried to knock a bouncer out

Ooh follow the formula

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