arctic monkeys
cigarette smoker fiona
Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off Her brother's gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time She could have been one of the bitches but she's actually alright Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore A country home, even if we really tried Would it cease to surprise us now And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap When are your parents back d'ya know? Well, I never came from no ghetto But it wasn't nowhere near here Well, spoken girls and stilettos Aren't something to fear Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide As well as you think And you think that it outta act as the perfect disguise