102 – The 1975
Nghệ sĩ: The 1975
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Well, we're here
We're at the common again
Smoked six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago
Said well I
I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks
When I'm arguin' with you
And so when
When we all grow old
remind you that I'm not
Half as bad as what you've been told
And when I knock
At a hundred and two
And I see your pyjamas
I can't stop smiling at you
And that's why we're here
We're at the common again
I've been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin
I said well I, I
I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you're yappin' on about him
But on this shirt
Well I found your smell
I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself
I called you up
At a hundred and two
We just sat there for ages
Was gettin' on to you