Jens Lekman - F-word lyrics

rate me

Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?

Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.

It won't lift a finger

For some lazy dreamer.

Here it comes the average dirty word,

Pardon my French

But I'm sitting on an park bench,

Watching yearning cats

Milk-fed little brats.

And they say:

Love won't pick

The slanted or the slick

Or the lovesick,

And I'm lovesick.

So I say

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs

Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs.

Summer evening,

Cats are screaming

For love.

Is summer evening,

The cats screaming

For love.

So I say

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs

Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs

Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs

Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs

Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs

Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

Pardon my French

But it's bs, bs.