Alone With The Tv

(album: We Didn't Invent The Remix - 2006)

She could have have waited till I got home, now she's on the train while I'm on my own.

First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me,
At lunch break we were vibing on the phone.
This evening I brought back DVDs but I'm alone with the TV.

It was nearly full time on the clock watching Fulham v Man U
On the big plasma, as my head turned round I scanned you
And true ask for your digits 'cause my attitude is can-do
And you played it cool waited 2 days then I rang you
We skipped the dinner part went straight to the cinema
but back in a car one thing lead to another thing and quite rapidly
Sweet, a real treat, took her home to be discrete
ended up getting hot and bothered on the three piece suite,
And though I didn't choose it
Jools Holland was the background music
on the tv sparks flew like a fuse lit, damn who's fit
Few weeks gone we were like Ross and Rachel
insatiable, bought you a candy floss lip gloss and a facial
I could still taste you, even when you gone out the door
I'd face you, sitting on the sofa, lofas for sure
didn't care anymore,
If there was nothing on the BBC we got a DVD
then we sat alone with the TV

First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me,
At lunch break we were vibing on the phone.
This evening I brought back DVDs but I'm alone with the TV.

Aah shit I been dreaming again, this is summit chronic,
spilt my gin and tonic on my wallet playing sonic on my brand new flat screen Panasonic,
That was then this is now
what a little cow think you're fucking clever take a fucking bow
you're a sick bitch, the way you disavowed
I just gone and got you that jacket you liked from Reese
plus I came home with the latest release
my mates said it made them crease,
Packets of malteasers and a few breezers
then you gone and cleared out the whole flat
all except for the freezer (Jesus),
Jesus you even took my blender I used for my fruit juice
I sensed that before you must have a screw loose, its true,
Dunno what it was you just seemed a bit mental,
you were fierce, bit like Stuart Pierce
when I asked for the money that I'd leant you
And thats why it ain't really a shock
that you run amok in your clio with the guy that look a little bit like Rio
you just left me with a clip of you getting rinsed hard by your new bloke
so I stuck it on the net love, trust that ain't a joke

First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me,
At lunch break we were vibing on the phone.
This evening I brought back DVDs but I'm alone with the TV.

As I wipe my runny nose on my sleeve I cant believe,
you'd leave
also I've clearly run out of Kleenex
you've taken them too you're a mean ex plus you even nabbed a couple of my v-necks when you left your day job
I should've known it was me next
You didn't give a reason, for you leaving
was it 'cause of in Piccadilly it was pretty chilly
and I left you there freezing sneezing with a cold
I sold it, my apologies for my methodology
there was love there I was getting hot under the collar see
Wait nah thats too basic lets face it
my idea didn't take you to the ivy on my first pay check
I needed a rain chair, I was rude in the worst way
on your bloody birthday I forgot, well, your card
Even though it was a Sunday and one way Clinton's was closed
I could've gone and got you a rose
I froze on the way to the market I suppose it was too late
I'd already kissed her
see I tried to resist her but I should have never banged your sister

First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me,
At lunch break we were vibing on the phone.
This evening I brought back DVDs but I'm alone with the TV.

First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me,
At lunch break we were vibing on the phone.
This evening I brought back DVDs but I'm alone with the TV.