"Paul" lyrics
Girl Band Lyrics
Better not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash, nice Ronny anyway
It's here but it's not, our nylon locks
Like corn on a cob, stuck in our gap anyway
Whiskering sweet, nothing's sugar free
It's all we can see, tache of the day anyway
Again, again
She's a gent, give her a call
My daughter Paul
Again, again
She's a gent, give her a call
My daughter Paul
Better not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash, nice Ronny anyway
It's here but it's not, our nylon locks
Like corn on a cob, stuck in your gap and I won't
'I want, I want'
You made a pamphlet out of bread
That we digest
Instead, instead
You make a homemade 3 in 1
'Cause it looks fresh
'It's best to look fresh'
Then lean on now like a full bus
That's back to school
It's all got old
To narrate silent ads
With food in your mouth
Daddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and
Pissed with the seat down
Got pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and
Jumpers for goal posts
Over the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline
With a nice hat
Edge of the seat Face/Off
Odds at Lee Evans
Think it's the seventh time I saw
Smidge of smug smig sange
Almost a funny dance
If I got the chance, I would
Casually clean around
She walks through my house
Laughing at it now
And I am so surprised, she pulled them tight
And said that Mighty Munch are the crust of Meanies
Now she's strictly-full, intangible
How many bulbs does it take to screw a light in?
Now he pats her lap, turns on her lamp
He's best mates with her dad, dad, daaaa
It's all got old
To narrate silent ads
With food in your mouth
Daddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and
Pissed with the seat down
Got pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and
Jumpers for goal posts
Over the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline
With a hat
Has given us a rash, nice Ronny anyway
It's here but it's not, our nylon locks
Like corn on a cob, stuck in our gap anyway
Whiskering sweet, nothing's sugar free
It's all we can see, tache of the day anyway
Again, again
She's a gent, give her a call
My daughter Paul
Again, again
She's a gent, give her a call
My daughter Paul
Better not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash, nice Ronny anyway
It's here but it's not, our nylon locks
Like corn on a cob, stuck in your gap and I won't
'I want, I want'
You made a pamphlet out of bread
That we digest
Instead, instead
You make a homemade 3 in 1
'Cause it looks fresh
'It's best to look fresh'
Then lean on now like a full bus
That's back to school
It's all got old
To narrate silent ads
With food in your mouth
Daddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and
Pissed with the seat down
Got pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and
Jumpers for goal posts
Over the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline
With a nice hat
Edge of the seat Face/Off
Odds at Lee Evans
Think it's the seventh time I saw
Smidge of smug smig sange
Almost a funny dance
If I got the chance, I would
Casually clean around
She walks through my house
Laughing at it now
And I am so surprised, she pulled them tight
And said that Mighty Munch are the crust of Meanies
Now she's strictly-full, intangible
How many bulbs does it take to screw a light in?
Now he pats her lap, turns on her lamp
He's best mates with her dad, dad, daaaa
It's all got old
To narrate silent ads
With food in your mouth
Daddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and
Pissed with the seat down
Got pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and
Jumpers for goal posts
Over the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline
With a hat
