Pretty girl, wrecking' bar
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are
Growing up, I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I am
The angel's game, F Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're not from very far
But those girls do nothing for me
Where you been? You can't say?
Hey hey hey hey yeah you may
That might seem a bit below
No no no it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughtta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
But I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, pre-supposing
Watch out man the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
The Vaccines - Wreckin Bar Lyrics
The Vaccines - Wreckin Bar Lyrics
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Pretty girl, wrecking' bar
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are
Growing up, I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I am
The angel's game, F Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're not from very far
But those girls do nothing for me
Where you been? You can't say?
Hey hey hey hey yeah you may
That might seem a bit below
No no no it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughtta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
But I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, pre-supposing
Watch out man the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are
Growing up, I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I am
The angel's game, F Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're not from very far
But those girls do nothing for me
Where you been? You can't say?
Hey hey hey hey yeah you may
That might seem a bit below
No no no it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughtta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
But I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, pre-supposing
Watch out man the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
Writer: JUSTIN HAYWARD-YOUNG, FREDERICK COWAN, ARNI HJORVAR, PETER ROBERTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, SPIRIT /GLOBAL TALENT MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, SPIRIT /GLOBAL TALENT MUSIC