Cuz her last relationship fucked her up.
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Got hurt majorly, finds it tough to trust.
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Looked at the ashtray, then looked back up,
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Spinnin it away on the tabletop.
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She looked much fitter than saturday just.
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She worked in JD's with dan.
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Back then I figured she was pretty damn rough,
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But she was only wearin her work stuff.
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And in these clothes she looked more than buff,
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She stirred her straw, sat up to adjust.
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I told her I thought it was important,
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That you could get lost in conversation.
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Chattin shit, sittin in, oblivion
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With that person who's your special one.
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She said she was the worst pool player under the sun,
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But blokes go easy so she always won.
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I saw this thing on ITV the other week,
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Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen
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She's playin with her hair, well regularly,
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So i reckon i could well be in.
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She didn't look too bored with what I was sayin.
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Her hair looked much better than the other day.
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She had her fingers 'round her hair, playin'.
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I Saw on the telly that's a good indication.
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Stood up to buy the next drink though, "Nay."
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Suppose that's just our girl's way.
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Im tryin to think what else I could say,
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Peelin' the label off, spinnin the ashtray.
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Yeah actually, yes, she did look pretty neat.
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Her perfume smelled expensive and sweet.
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I felt like my hair looked a bit cheap,
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Wished I'd had it cut back last week.
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She kept givin me this look, cuz she would speak.
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Was she only friendly, or was she a keep?
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Asked her if she wanted the same again to drink.
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Started to turn and get up out my seat.
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I saw this thing on ITV the other week,
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Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen
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She's playin with her hair, well regularly,
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So i reckon i could well be in.
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She said that her close mates all were
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Always the most important thing to her.
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I said I thought it was a bit more blurred.
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She asked what I meant by that as she stirred.
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I told her about the money and what had occurred
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With it goin missing from the living room, so.
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With my best mates all there standin by,
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Right where I left it, under their eyes.
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So surely one of them might have spied
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What happened to my money at that time.
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I felt like they were all smilin on the side.
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She was like "fair play" she couldn't say why.
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She didn't know what all my mates were like.
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And I said she just might be right.
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Wish I had someone I could always rely,
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Someone to get lost chattin to all night.
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I saw this thing on ITV the other week,
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Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen
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She's playin with her hair, well regularly,
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So i reckon i could well be in.
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As I walked back with more drinks to our place,
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She had her phone stuck to the side of her face.
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I sat for a minute while she chatted away
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'bout somethin with her mom and her birthday.
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Played for a bit with the same ashtray,
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Thought about things while i sat and waited.
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It was nice to chat about the shit in my head,
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Someone who just listens to you instead.
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I looked at the barman, wiping down again,
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Looked at the football on the tv set,
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Tryin to look like i weren't just waitin there
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For her conversation to come to an end.
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I look at my watch and realized right then
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That, for three hours, been in conversation.
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Before she put her phone down, she switched to silent,
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And we carried on chattin for more than that again.
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I saw this thing on ITV the other week,
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Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen
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She's playin with her hair, well regularly,
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So i reckon i could well be in.
|
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I saw this thing on ITV the other week,
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Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen
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She's playin with her hair, well regularly,
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So i reckon i could well be in.
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Could Well Be In
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| The Streets |
