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 Words & Music: Tim Freedman, Stevie Plunder, Andy Lewis Tim Freedman: vocals, backing vocals, piano Stevie Plunder: guitar Andy Lewis: bass Stuart Eadie: drums Ronald S Peno: backing vocals Stevie Wishart: hurdy gurdy Ben Fink: additional guitars
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