[Example] Can I remix you? [Kate] No [Example] Do you know what it will do for my career? [Kate] You know what it will do for mine? [Verse 1] Face-to
She was waiting at the station he was getting off the train He didn't have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriers again Well, the ticket inspector
Dirty streets and dirty deals Doesnt need thinking about Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but Actually it fucking does Dirty streets and
Caroline C-Caroline yeah Caroline C-Caroline Caroline sits in her own Playing killer killer killer killer beats Poor caroline sits in her own
Ventolin you cause me so much grief, Having asthma it can be so annoying, Yeah but at least you haven't got other diseases and shit, Yeah yeah yeah,
Everybody thinks that girl's so fine Everybody's like "I'll make her mine." Everyone thinks she's a bit of alright But I think that she's not so nice
How could you let her touch you in a place you didn't want touched? How could you let her get so close to you That she could kiss your neck and kiss
Da-da da dow Da-da da dow Da-da da da da dow Da-da da dow Da-da da dow da-da dow I'd like to get more sleep But my mind just keeps me up I'd like to
I hate seagulls And I hate being sick I hate burning my finger on the toaster And I hate knits I hate falling over I hate grazing my knee I hate picking
I've got a secret I can't tell you I've got a secret I can't tell you I've got a secret I can't tell you I've got a secret I can't tell you You would
I just love you more I just love you more I just love you more than anything I just love you more I just love you more I just love you more than
That girl is giving you the eye, and I and I and I Don't like it how she makes you laugh so much How when you're talking, that you touch She's instantly
(UK Bonus Track) Everybody took everything that they could, and they Made a little town, out of stones and out of wood, and they Made a little king
I fancy the hip rock 'n' roll scenester I wanna be fucked and then rolled over Cause I'm an independent woman of the 21st century No time for knits,
I'm heavy handed, to say the least. My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher 'cus I spill things from stiring them too quickly. I'm far too loud.
BBQ food is good You invite me out to eat it, I should... Go, but I'm feeling kind of nervous And not quite myself So I'm running late on purpose And
Thursday night, everything's fine, Except you've got that look in your eyes, when I'm telling a story And you find it boring your thinking of something
