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We lay on the bed there Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over the window Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be okay and we won't get into muddle 'Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing So how are you feeling? I don't think you can be dealing With the situation very well You take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's okay But when it's over you are looking at the working week To the eyes of a gigolo You're kissing your elbow You're kissing your reflection And you can't understand Why all the other boys are going for the New, tall, elegant rich kids You can bet it is a bitch, kid But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent that You're gonna have to change Or you're gonna have to go with girls You'd be better of at least they know where to fit in We lay on the bed there Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? 'Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over the window Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be okay and we won't get into muddle 'Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing 'Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing We're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing
Writer(s): Isobel Campbell, Richard Colburn, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Stuart Murdoch, Sarah Martin, Michael John Cooke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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