The Courteeners - Bide Your Time (Acoustic)
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The temptation is all too great,
To know it's gone and it's all too late,
I tried and I tried but I never applied,
any of the Morals that I wish I had.
You wait fifty one weeks,
Through all of your hides and all of your seeks,
When the time finally arrives,
It dawns on me that your attention derives,
From the girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in the living room all alone.
You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggles of girls who are singing too loud,
Well they fucking do my head in.
You hate the tattoos
and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud,
are ya scared to be proud
Why are you scared to be proud
com'on sing it loud with me
but if you bide your time and you stand there
and you wait in line,
It won't be long before her sarong
is lying on your bedroom floor,
But what about your girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in her living room all alone.
You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud,
they fucking do my head in.
You hate the tattoos
and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud.
and you scared to be proud
Why are you scared to be proud
When your on cloud number nine
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The Courteeners - Bide Your Time (Acoustic)
制作
The temptation is all too great,
To know it's gone and it's all too late,
I tried and I tried but I never applied,
any of the Morals that I wish I had.
You wait fifty one weeks,
Through all of your hides and all of your seeks,
When the time finally arrives,
It dawns on me that your attention derives,
From the girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in the living room all alone.
You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggles of girls who are singing too loud,
Well they fucking do my head in.
You hate the tattoos
and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud,
are ya scared to be proud
Why are you scared to be proud
com'on sing it loud with me
but if you bide your time and you stand there
and you wait in line,
It won't be long before her sarong
is lying on your bedroom floor,
But what about your girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in her living room all alone.
You hate the suntan,
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeve man,
And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud,
they fucking do my head in.
You hate the tattoos
and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud.
and you scared to be proud
Why are you scared to be proud
When your on cloud number nine
END