Tonight there'll be some love I want to see all of the things that we've already seen Of course it's fancy dress And she won't be surprised and she won't be shocked
Brian, Top marks for not tryin'
Well see you later, innovator Some want to kiss some want to kick you YOU 've seen your future bride. That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco Remember when the boys were all electric?
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you (Kick me out, kick me out)
The band were fucking wank And I'm not having a nice time
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia
Stop making the eyes at me... And I'll stop making the eyes at you. Cold as the night
Oh but you're an explosion (You’re dynamite)
I wish you'd stop ignoring me... Because you're sending me to despair
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness
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