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The Fratellis

A Heady Tale

 

A Heady Tale

(album: Here We Stand - 2008)


Pull me up a chair and keep your money
there's no guarantees
Won't you please forgive me but you know
Cold blooded women make me sneeze
And I'll kick you out the door if for just one minute you lie
And they'll come crashing though the wall
And leave you crawling till the minute you die

Pour yourself a drink or three
And maybe we'll think clearer for a while
You may be an embarrassment but
I love the your clothes are never in style
Living's much too easy
And dying would be some kind of bore
Well you swear that you're original
But I know I've seen those jealous eyes before

So steal the watch from off my wrist
Oh and shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
And they will not miss you when you go

Tear another hole in my brown shoes
And we can all sleep for a while
Well I told you once before I love your braces
And your hesitant smile
But please don't get me wrong it's only right
That you can stamp on my heart
Well I've seen you and your friend some place
You know I just can tell you apart

Though they'll hunt you like a dog they won't take you alive
Cause you made them piles of money
Stacked up twenty stories high
And the boys in every bar
They will not miss you when you go

So steal the watch from off my wrist
Oh and shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
though it's far away from me
Look me up when you get home
and maybe then we'll see

Though they'll hunt you like a dog they won't take you alive
Cause you made them piles of money
Stacked up twenty stories high
And the boys in every bar
Well they'll miss you when you're gone
You can tell a heady tale
And they'll both keep screaming on

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