I fell asleep on your sofa, And had a dream about a small child, In dungarees, Who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face cracked
You say you've got to go home Cos he's sitting on his own again this evening. I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again. Oh God, it's half
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream, Swaying slightly, Drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming
Well, imagine it's a film and you're the star And pretty soon we're coming to the part Where you realise that you should give your heart, Oh, give your
fall apart? Do you think you'll break his heart? If you leave him on his own. You are dreaming. Cos he can fasten all his clothes, Tie his laces, Blow his
We like driving on a Saturday night, Past the Leisure Centre, left at the lights. We don't look for trouble, But if it comes we don't run. Looking out
do it again? Sideways? I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers You pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers And when I saw his
bed. Oh you never ever want to go home. And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while, Call your dad on the phone. He changed his mind
You'd better watch what you're wearing, If you want him to come round and see you tonight. He doesn't care what it looks like, Just as long as it's pink
Just so I could feel alright. Stayed in bed all day to feel OK. I felt OK. Oh I felt sick and tired, Yes I did. She lived at her father's place, Played his
She likes to watch the moon, As it travels through the sky, Cos she's heard that it's romantic, Though she really can't see why. Someone should have
, Cos you might go and tell your mother. And so you went with Neve, And Neve was coming on, And I thought I heard you laughing, When his Mum and Dad were
Oh yeah, imagine it is a film and you're the star And pretty soon we're coming to the part Where you realize that you should give your heart Oh, give
Coz she might go and tell your mother And so you went with Neve Oh yeah, Neve was coming on And I thought I heard you laughing When his mum and dad were
I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream About a small child in dungarees Who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro Then my face cracked
You say you've got to go home 'Cos he's sitting on his own again this evening I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again Oh now, it's half
Oh you never ever want to go home And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while Call your dad on the phone He changed his mind last Monday
We like drivin' on a Saturday night Past the leisure center left at the lights Oh we don't look for trouble But if it comes we don't run Lookin' out for
