How come you are always off your head?
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And yet you still end up in your bed
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With some mint blonde I've never seen before?
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And you get away with kicking her face first out of your front door
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You get admiration from all of the lads
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The mothers take a shine to you, that's not the case with the dads
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They have to keep both eyes upon you just in case you make a move
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But we know that you wouldn't be so daft and that's what makes you so smooth
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So next time you're out, can I stand and watch from the bar?
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Just to see if it's true how far
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You will take your good looks, your wit and charm
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And walk out of the place with sixteen girls on each arm
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You get admiration from all of the lads
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The mothers take a shine to you, that's not the case with the dads
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They have to keep both eyes upon you just in case you make a move
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But we know that you wouldn't be so daft and that's what makes you so smooth
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How Come
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| The Courteeners |
