Lyrics

Always had a roof above me, always paid the rent And I never set foot inside a tent I couldn't build a fire to save my life I lied about being the outdoor type I never slept out underneath the stars The closest that I came to that, was one time my car Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night I lied about being the outdoor type Too scared to let you know, you knew what you were looking for I lied until I fit the bill, God bless the great indoors I lied about being the outdoor type I never owned a sleeping bag, let alone a mountain bike I can't go away with you on a rock-climbing weekend What if something's on tv and it's never shown again? Just as well, I'm not invited, I'm afraid of heights I lied about being the outdoor type Never learned to swim, can't grow a beard or even fight I lied about being the outdoor type
Writer(s): Tom Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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