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Bedford? Where's Bedford? Come on... Fuck yeah, damn! Pretty boy looking over Pretty girl gets the boys Pretty things can be evil Pretty tough to avoid Pretty hard on it eight days a week Causing a fuss up in the big city Eight days a week, eight days a week sucker Eight days a week Spilling drinks down my shirt, wasted Hooligan trying to flirt, basic Home on my own Let the good times roll Yeah, I'm far too gone But now she wanna talk to me Thing about foreigners, they Taking our jobs, we should send 'em away I can't believe what I heard How she's saying these words But I'm far too gone You should let me love you I could make you change I could I would like to love you Try to fix your brain, turn it bad to good Pretty boy looking over Pretty girl gets the boys Pretty things can be evil Pretty tough to avoid Pretty hard on it eight days a week Causing a fuss up in the big city Eight days a week, eight days a week sucker Eight days a week Eight days a week sucker, eight days a week And now the party's in full swing Dawns on me I have mostly been Spending my time with this person I don't like Just because they're very good looking How did we, did we get so high? How did we, did we get so high? How did we, did we get so high? How did we, did we get so high? How did we, did we get so high? How did we, did we get so high? How the hell did we get so high? How the hell did we get so high? You should let me love you I could make you change, I could I would like to love you Pretty hard on it eight days a week Causing a fuss up in the big city Eight days a week, eight days a week sucker Eight days a week Eight days a week sucker, eight days a week I could make you change I could fix your brain, yeah I could make you change I could fix your brain Eight days a week Eight days a week, sucker
Writer(s): Robert Damiani, Matthew Stephen Donnelly, Simon James Delaney, Thomas David Doyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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