Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drew Davies
Songwriter
Lyrics
Flicking through your magazines
In his favourite polo neck
He watches documentaries
To keep his feminism...fresh
All alone his heart it bleeds
Cos he heard it makes you wet
He's gonna say you've lost your mind
Just to get you into bed
Go on and put the gaslight out
Cos he's acting out
Like a boisterous lout
Oh yeah
Let the oceans dry right out
And watch him freaking out
While he's doing nowt
Oh yeah
He quotes Dostoevsky
Then says your favourite band is shit
Yeah
He's got his virtue signals on
And thinks Tame Impalas lit
He loves Tarantino films
But thinks Pulp Fiction is kitsch
Sending nudes all of the time
While posting pseudo new age skits
(I'm talking to you)
No one understands
Because he's special
No one understands
Because your special
Don't let him plant that seed of doubt
He's just acting out
He's a boisterous lout
Written by: Andrew Frazer Davies
