"Mental Maths" lyrics
"Mental Maths"
I prefer to go shopping in the evening
I would recommend it, but then
What would be the point?
There's a ghost in aisle six
Sophie's Choice over roast
Just take my money
Don't tell me how you spend it
Just get me out of here with the cheapest for the most
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
She's longing for a fix in the city
Looking for the swimming baths
Up there, the people are pretty
But she's struggling with mental maths
Staring circles around the bargain bin
Lap of the shop, looking for mum again
But she's at home in East Lancashire
And I'm out here, all alone
Just take my freedom, and take my treasure
Get me out of here with the cheapest for the most
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
Who am I when I'm outside, outside?
She's longing for a fix in the city
Looking for the swimming baths
Up there, the people are pretty
But she's struggling with mental maths
Writer(s): Douglas Frost, Lilly Fontaine, Nicholas Eden, Lewis Whiting
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