Lyrics

You can't just come into my garden in your football kit And start asking questions about who lives here Who's asking? It's a memory of a café that you loved But you didn't have anyone to take there They had a sushi counter and a counter that did pastries and mixed salads In Hendon I'm tall when I'm young and I'm short when I'm old I can't change A lonely job for 45 pounds a day A lonely job for 32 pounds a day Just take it Things are changing Time to shut up old actors Time to fix old pants Time to get fed up Telephone call comes through the wall A sunny day with a grey sky A wonky parking job for cheap chocolate mousse Things are changing Things are changing You You foil beast You foil beast You foil beast Talk to me in the bath (Ba dum)
Writer(s): Nicholas Hugh Andrew Buxton, Thomas Paul Dowse, Lewis Maynard, Florence Cleopatra Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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