King Creosote Follow

We sit
We think
We drink
We fall upstairs and dress
Confess
The mess
Our lives are in depressed
We rest
We jest
We love ourselves to death
But we reek of garlic breath
To the bathroom next we rush
We flush
We brush
We splash on smells
We squeeze
We tease
Please let me take you now but no
Suppose
She knows
We really ought to go
She's picking up the phone
Just you wait 'til we get home

See we're sneaking home
You've got your ripped jeans on
You leave Doc bootprints on the lawn
Swearing hard
Is this the girl I used to know
Uncouth words
I miss the girl that I fell for

We arrive
The wives
Want Clive
To show us to our seats
He bleats
We speak
Of things we'd like to eat
We cheat
Repeat
The order of last week
He shrugs in mock defeat
And ponces off to fetch the wine
We dine
It's fine
The girls apply the drink
They chink
We wink
True to form they stop to flirt
Their skirts
Are hitched way beyond a decent height
Clive he smiles in sheer delight
I would love to take you home

See we're sneaking home
You've got your ripped jeans on
You leave Doc bootprints on the lawn
Swearing hard
Is this the girl I used to know
Uncouth words
I miss the girl that I fell for

See we're sneaking home
You've got your ripped jeans on
You leave Doc bootprints on the lawn
Swearing hard
Is this the girl I used to know
Uncouth words
I miss the girl that I fell for

I hope I'm wrong
It may be drink that woke this whore
Alone she has a rattling in store