Whitlams - 1995 lyrics

rate me

My sweet thing is pretending

Does a fine line in deception

What night did she fall

Or does it mean more

To know what I did the night before

There's nothing I can do

No way that I can hurt myself

My sweet thing reveals nothing

Does a fine line in deception

My sweet thing is pretending

Caught her on the phone last night

There's nothing I can do

No way that I can hurt myself

There's nothing I can say

And I'll be going out tonight

It's 1995

You can talk to beggars to feel alright

You got a hundred dollar bill to spend tonight

Her husband's in Florida looking for life

While a drunk Australian's in bed with his wife

You're allergic to cats, you better crash out

Here's an American sleeping pill in your mouth