I'm walking down
the sidewalks of the same old city
This is the place
where I can't find myself so what a pity
I phone you first
as an exception to the rule ma baby
So let's go have a smoke
and talk about the lifetime maybe
Uo-o-oh
I sold my youth on friday night to Britain
Uo-o-oh
I still don't care if all we do was written
The clouds are squeezed dry
but the rain lasts like it doesn't matter
You still believe in weather forecasts
but umbrella's better
I'm gonna waste a bunch of time
between the candid fellows
I'm sick and tired of my existence
face to face with jealous
Sincerely yours
My mother my stepmother
Please open the doors
Uo-o-oh
I sold my youth on friday night to Britain
Uo-o-oh
I still don't care if all we do was written
Uo-o-oh
It's not where I belong with skeptic faces
Uo-o-oh
I really do without your phrases
