I ain't gunna fiddle cause i know the cost,
how a little bit of lightning turns into frost,
and a pretty little glimmer keeps your eyes up front,
While the lonely go around on a rabbit chase hunt,
Don't whisper in my ear your little alibi,
I ain't good looking but i may aswell try,
Think of the crack on the side of the door,
and not about how your gettin so stiff and sore,
keeping running on to the tune of passing cars,
while your falling down he'll be raising the bars,
Taste the little trickle coming from your upper lip,
I may be clever but im kinda in need of a tip,
That doesnt mean i don't care for the truth and past,
but I only got you for a second so i had to make it last,
Telling your mother that you ain't back tonight,
going round your friends house and that you'll be alright,
She's sitting up thinking about where you are,
Where the fuck your going and is it very far,
Sliding in dresses that you bought from primark,
Moneys up your nose, so hide the label in the dark,
If you wake up and sneak out the house in time,
you might get to the refunds without waiting in line,
unlikely image getting blurred with another alcopop,
So nasty smashed you spilt it all down your top,
Kiss the lad next to you so they think your just drunk,
Ignoring the sensation your whole body just sunk,
talk about the windows and how real it all looks,
and all the useless shit you learnt in hello but claim its from books,
getting back to point made at the start,
take a little second to watch the break of her heart,
looking in the mirror to see if your fit,
while the others girls use the cubicles to sit,
the creepy lipstick smear on the soap machine,
a subtle ironic question about whether or not its clean.
Small town crowd in an upmarket place,
With sole goal of getting wrecked off your face,
Escape the harbour if its getting too lary,
the back alley bars when your pissed aint scary,
bloke asking if you need to get speed,
you point out the fact you got all you need,
theres other dealers standing next to the thumper,
money out the machine, get gram for a small lumper,
don't mean that you lowered the tone,
but your gunna have to crawl back to your house all alone,
flirting with bouncers to try and get in,
lucky sixteen year olds with tits always win.
While the few of us with passports and money have to que,
now there not allowing entry starting with you,
double back and go back to wetherspoons,
rubbing shoulders with alcys and there lack of tunes,
or try and sneak in when the flacks turn away,
if they catch you have script of what your gunna say,
tell them your mate left his phone in there,
and you need to book a cab and he's the only one with credit spare,
so please mr bouncer go on let us in,
the girl's look topper and I'm on to a win,
the brunette girl said she'd meet me in here,
and i swear im not dropped im being sinscere,
i just need to get her number i mean right now,
cause every passing seconds a potential threat somehow,
you were young once going out to every place,
the remarks of his age spurs him to smack you in the face,
So just call it a night cause up till now was fun,
only one hundred and sixty-eight hours til another one.
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