Courteeners Acrylic
youre just like plastacine
being moulded into a libertine dreamer
i feel so sorry for you
if you were 13 i'd let you off
but youre not and you should know better
gather my thoughts on a note pad
and a parker pen and i wright you a letter
but theres not enough paper in the world
theres not enough paper in the world
have you heard all ur friends go
da de da da de daao
all the words they seam to know
all the words in youre song go
da de da de daao
youre ok jacky buy youve got no spine
please vacate this city of mine
i only wish you had this song to back up youre
