Milburn - 17 Lyrics
Put on the TVFlick through the stationsIn the truth or a miss interpretaionHe doesn't care all he cares about he's going out tonightHe tucks his shirt in and does his hair niceHe's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price, ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath and then goes insideNow he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go overHe hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older and he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chanceYeh he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over he changes on to doubles so he does't feel as sober, all the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chanceSo he stumbles down the hallway his bodys tired but in his mind he's wide awakeHe's not thinking about the foreplayHe's just a little boy who didn't realiseYou don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says x 5All he wanted was affectionIt was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that wayJust a little miss understanding and now it's all to late the fists fly in with a fury of rageSo he spills out to the garden, the windows steam up with them try to see the action from insideOh but please don't wake the neighboursHe's just a little lad who didn't realiseYou don't look with your hands you look with your eyes he says x 3No you don't undertand you don't realise he saysYou don't look with your hands you look with you eyes
