Some say
Sean Walsh saved our city, to a certain extent
It's probably true
And nights are hardly dull as such, but
The queues at the bar mean you don't drink as much, and let
Freshers chant, "What's the alternative?"
You became the establishment, you were always conservative
I'm happy, but I'd hardly call this dancing as such
Like lovers holding hands and mostly losing touch
These little white lies
Drag you through the colder night
These little white lies
Tear you in two like a Christmas cracker
I've been drinkin' with the champagne girls
Drew a cross on my belly, and it probably worked
We used each other up, and now we leave each other alone
Dealers ran her flat, and now her cash is gone, and there's
No such thing as a free night out
Guest lists cost, and DJs' get doubts
Promises stuck like that stuff in yr hair
Had about as much effect, and hung lifelessly there
These little white lies
Drag you through the colder nights
These little white lies
Tear you in two like a Christmas cracker
These little white lies
Drag you through the colder nights
(Ah, ooh) These little white lies
(Ah, ooh) Drag you through the colder nights
Ah, ooh
Ah, ooh
Ah, ooh
Ah, ooh (These little white lies)
