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Je suis Anglais
I stay in bed past midday
But in the night time I play
Smash up your hotel it's okay

I wanna get away on a holiday
I wanna get away on a holiday

(Reverend)
Spin for feature or I hold for fruit
I need two more nudges and I'll drop the loot
Sure I'll jack it almost anytime
*When I Hear A voice from behind*

(Tim)
No, no mate you wanna' hold the pears

On a monday they spend craving for Fridays highs
All the people want
Is bassline
Bassline, bassline, bassline

Not intellectual
We ain’t got the time,
All we cared about is little bit of bump and grin

If the truth's to be told, it's just you best fit the mold
That she formed long ago
It's all a part of a plan, obtain the house then the man
Before she gets too old

She's gonna swallow you whole
'Cause she's a black widow

(Laura)
He said he loved me
He said he needs me
He said to Keeley he thinks I'm special
He didn't love me
He didn't need me
Got off with Keeley, she thinks shes special
(Reverend)

Now that she's older
As the embers of romance fade to mortgages and leccy bills
Being comfortable and that
Nobody told her that she'd ever reach the stage
Where her husband bored or her or she lied about her age

He's compromising
At least he's got a job for life

The hidden persuaders
Are gonna infiltrate us
Till babes in consumer land
Can supply and demand
And the spending's contageous

Do you reckon it's outrageous
That they're paying the entertainers,

I don't feel myself today
Mum said that I should get away
Go with Mark get a holiday
This spring
She's starting to mean that

Feeling won't go away
Wish the panic had a limiter

Lyrics to Miss Brown :
Oh miss Brown, ya ruby lipsticks gonna paint the town
you swear you're happy but you're eyes let you down
go on have another one, regret it when tomorrow comes

oh when you act the fool, you just want a fella who dunt treat you cruel
one to show the other mothers at the school
that your not what they say your not someone who will do anything

I can't talk to you once I've had a few, it's a shame
I can't talk to you once I've had a few, it's a shame

A free ride on a guilt trip
She makes out like it's the fall of Rome
Nobody likes a martyr love, so leave it Martin Luther
I can see your dream's gone stale so I'm going home

they used to put my
light out on nights
out but days in spent blazin
wont help me to navigate
ways thru their mazes

i tried god but he's
not the man i thought he was

I've got a noisy neighbour
The man who lives next door
Tonight we'll repay the favour
When we blast it through the wall

Pretty soon there's a knock at the door
And the Window Wobbler's shaking the walls
Turn my music way up loud

We'll be together in the springtime...

She goes away today
He gives her a photo to help her remember
History of Art BA
It's alright cos she's back in late November

But he knows not of who she's mixing

She goes away today
And he gives her a photo to help her remember
History of Art BA
It's alright cos she's back in late November

But he knows not of who she's been mixing
By Christmas she's lying no calling she tricks him

You said you'd meet me
In La Pigalle beside the old tabac
Tell me why
You didn't meet me
Not a thought had I for turning back
I never had a chance to say
I dream of you and all you've done today

Nobody round here's gettin bang to rights
All the bins and the busstop set alight
Coppers stay away like kryptonite
Is in the air tonight
And so their outta sight
Bitches round here don't bark they bite
If the fellas don't get too fucked they fight
government view it as a nasty blight

How you gonna explain this one
Whatever would you say to your friends
Nobody's gonna rewind this one
Cos there's no easy way of making amends

However did they justify this one
I wonder if its money to home
Cos the political offical might of feel a little little slow

The warmth of the old
The thrill of the new
But he won't be told
Now he's taken the view
That the guilt is a foe that he'd much rather fight tomorrow

He's taking her home
He's had a few

Your profile pic divided by four equals your actual fitness
And what's more it's visual fraud if ya trade on a false description
No amount of snaps with your old fit mate
Where your mate looks shit and you look great could fool us

Are, you showing me ya good side?
I, wanna see you lookin' rough
Are, you showing me ya good side?