Tasmin Archer One More Good Night With The Boys
Put down your playthings and nursery rhymes
And take up the place with the boys who turn to men before their time
But they're babies
All mothers cry when they realise there's nothing more they can do for you
All they say is, "How time flies" and they pray
For a girl who'll be kind and who'll treat you right
When everything crumbles before you
While all you feel inside is desperate to prove there's more for you
You twist the knife
Who try to tell you they won't sell you
Won't sell you, won't sell you
You twist the knife
Who try to tell you they won't sell you
Won't sell you, won't sell you
Falling, falling down
Falling, falling
Under the skin of a Jaguar
She's purring and probably waiting
Like a trip to Shangri-La for the day
On the checkout she smiles as she passes time
Pretending for hours and hours
Anything in trousers gets her away
But a girl of this kind doesn't qualify
She promises then doesn't want to
Eyes shouting suicide while yelling what can I do for you
You twist the knife
Who try to tell you they won't sell you
Won't sell you, won't sell you
Now the girl on the line is your alibi
The villain is stumbling towards you
My how you've learned to lie to keep everything that controls you
You twist the knife
Who try to tell you they won't sell you
Won't sell you, won't sell you
You twist the knife
Who try to tell you they won't sell you
Won't sell you, won't sell you
