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Lyrics

Remember that night at the hippodrome
Never knew that look when you look at me
Nervous as hell so I didn’t win a lot
You’re the salt I’m the lemon on top
Get the feeling that you’re living with a patsi
Flirting with the bouncers a lot
Didn’t expect them to frisk me
they never find baggage when you’re sweating in your sock

Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie sipping cans full of liquor
Street light flickers feel it in my blood
Any way we which way i turn out the lights burn dimmer
Black beamer, tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I’m all love hatred and stuff

Part singer dead man ringer
Still love old shows i love John Cleese
New number, doing shots
I only ever turn up to see my mates
Cucumber I’m as cool as ice
and ladies love LL they don’t love me
No care where you’re gunna find me I’m still at home of the NRA

Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie sippin cans full of liquor
Street light flickers feel it in my blood
Any which way i turn out the lights burn dimmer
Black beamer, tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I’m all love hatred and stuff
Heartbreaking times are full of promises
Well I just don’t wanna go

Remember that night at the hippodrome
Never knew that look when you look at me
Nervous as hell so I didn’t win a lot
You’re the salt I’m the lemon on top
Get the feeling that you’re living with a patsi
Flirting with the bouncers a lot
Didn’t expect them to frisk me
they never find baggage when you’re sweating in your sock

Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie sipping cans full of liquor
Street light flickers feel it in my blood
Any way we which way i turn out the lights burn dimmer
Black beamer, tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I’m all love hatred and stuff

Part singer dead man ringer
Still love old shows i love John Cleese
New number, doing shots
I only ever turn up to see my mates
Cucumber I’m as cool as ice
and ladies love LL they don’t love me
No care where you’re gunna find me I’m still at home of the NRA

Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie sippin cans full of liquor
Street light flickers feel it in my blood
Any which way i turn out the lights burn dimmer
Black beamer, tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I’m all love hatred and stuff
Heartbreaking times are full of promises
Well I just don’t wanna go

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