The Courteeners - Bide Your Time
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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,
To 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 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
How can that still be
come and sing your heart out 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,
Well they 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.
How is that that still allowed
Why are you scared to be proud
When your on cloud number nine
And the 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 fuckin' do my head in
You hate the tattoos
and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
And their making you scared to be proud,
Are ya scared to be proud
How is that still allowed
When your on cloud number nine
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The Courteeners - Bide Your Time
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,
To 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 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
How can that still be
come and sing your heart out 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,
Well they 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.
How is that that still allowed
Why are you scared to be proud
When your on cloud number nine
And the 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 fuckin' do my head in
You hate the tattoos
and you can't handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
And their making you scared to be proud,
Are ya scared to be proud
How is that still allowed
When your on cloud number nine
END