dirty pretty things
last of the small town playboys
To think that the last of the small town playboys was a little bit like me Hold on Well what could that mean? Well Im still looking around for leads Cos when it comes to playboys Small towns are bursting at the seams England’s getting fat But this suit is wearing thin So deal me another hand Before the games begin Well what do you do if the world owes you something? What else is there to do When the world owes you something new? I want you just to forget myself I need you just to forget myself I want you just to forget myself And so the last of the small town playboys Is a little bit like me Hold on Now what could that mean? No hope of hope and glory Spilling down the Camden Road Im in it for the story That you spit at me in code Well, my hearts in a headlock and my soul goes on unsung Unsung for the lonely Well what do you do when your world owes you something? Oh what is there to do When the world owes you something new? I want you just to forget myself I need you just to forget myself I’ve got you just to forget myself I need you I want you Ive got you just to forget myself I need you I want you I’ve got you just to forget myself