Sheila goes out with her mate stella, it gets poured all over her fella, cos shes says, man he aint no better than the next man kicking up fuss drunk, she stumbles down by a river screams calling London, none of us heard her coming, I guess the carpet weren't rolled out (Oh when my love, my darling, You've left me here alone, I'll walk the streets of London Which once seemed all our own. The vast suburban churches Together we have found: The ones which smelt of gaslight The ones in incense drown'd) Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along and tell all the fellas that that lady is single a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that fellas will be fellas till the end of time

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Wallflower Sun 20 Jan 2008 16:18

jag anar att du har hittat en ny favorit ;P?

LoveThatSound Sun 20 Jan 2008 16:19

Ny och ny, jag har allt lyssnat på honom bra tag nu men jag är inne i en ny period av intensivt lyssnande ;)

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