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Street Lights

 

Street Lights

(album: Freckled Angels - 2016)


Street lights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah

So I hit the pub like 8: 33, with £45 and a packet of wriggelys extra just like a metal detector
Scenning for coins in my wallet to pay for my pint of becks
Next I move from the bar with my jar to the far corner of the room
Boom one pint down now its time for round two
Put your hands in your wallet 'cause this pints on you

Street lights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah

So, now I'm spinning, six prints down and a shot of tequila
Bottle rocket a Bacardi breezer
And I'm swaying, leaning like the tower of pizza
But I'm keeping my cool
Like the coolest setting on your fridge freezer door, one print more, a packet of crisps and a bottle of Coors
And my livers like "Mate, please, no more!"
But I never ever listen 'cause livers can't talk!

Street lights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah

Street lights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah

So get me another pint of the barman's best
A tequila slammer with some lemon zest, please
A packet of lambert and butler cigarettes
Boy I really think you need to give it a rest

Pack it up, pack it in and packet of peanuts
Feeling pretty sick, about to spew my guts
In this state of mind can only think with my
So if you've got a pulse then you're in luck
'Cause I'm so drunk that I'm seeing two of you
"Who invited your twin, babe? But she's pretty cute..."
"Get away from me, boy! Your head is screwed!"
"But girl, I think I love you..."

Street lights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
Ou here on these city nights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah, oh

Street lights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah
Out here on these city nights, woah-woah
These lights burn so bright, woah-woah

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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

done

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