DJ's Get Doubts

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)