The View - Sour Little Sweetie lyrics

rate me

Always in the bad books, it’s not how it looks

Born to be a pawn and up being rooks

We weren’t given we just took

Good people can end up being crooks

So ohhh, ooooh, whoaoooahhh

I dance the heel off my black boot

The feather off my hat

And looked the devil in the eye

Said there’s no turning back oohhhh

Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that

Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that

I dance the heel off my black boot

The feather off my hat

And looked the devil in the eye

Said there’s no turning back oohhhh

Sour little sweetie that is sweeter than the rest

Like my father thistle my hair’s always a mess

So darling sweetheart don’t stress

My head’s a mess and don’t you know

Always in the bad books, it’s not how it looks

Born to be a pawn and up being rooks

We weren’t given we just took

Good people can end up being crooks

So ohhh, ooooh, whoaoooahhh

I dance the heel off my black boot

The feather off my hat

And looked the devil in the eye

Said there’s no turning back oohhhh

Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that

Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that

Sour little sweetie that is sweeter than the rest

Like my father thistle my hair’s always a mess

So darling sweetheart don’t stress

My head’s a mess and don’t you know.