paroles de chanson Bootprints - King Creosote

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
And to the bathroom next we rush
We flush
We brush
We splash on smells
We squeeze
We tease
Oh 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 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,
Goes fine,
The girls are plied drink,
They chink,
We wink,
And true to form they start to flirt,
Their skirts
Are hitched way beyond the decent height,
Clive he smiles with sheer delight,
How he'd 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 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 hoor inside

Alone she has a rattling in store