paroles de chanson The Part That Really Matters - The Proclaimers

Two, three, four

Don't get me wrong
Don't mind you shouting
Just think your style excludes
The part that really matters

Oh, ohh
Just grow tired (just grow tired)
Of empty minds mouthing
English language courses
While they struggle with the A-B-C of hearts
The A-B-C of hearts, the A-B-C of hearts, the A-B-C of hearts

We'll stop in the middle just to talk about the part that really matters
'Cause I mean for all your style
I just don't think you're getting the idea (is that right, so?)
I just don't think you're getting the idea
I just don't think you're getting the idea, idea, idea

And I confess that all I've learnt
Has been learned a million times
By every empty heart that ever felt a song come home
Felt a song come home, I've seen it
Felt a song come home yeah
Felt a song come home

But I'd be happy
When next I ask the time
If I find I've wasted none of mine
Listening while you wasted all of yours
You wasted all of yours
Wasted all of yours, oh yeah, wasted all of yours

You wasted all of yours
You wasted all of yours
You wasted all of yours
You wasted all of yours

But don't get me wrong
'Cause I don't mind you shouting (no, I won't let you waste my time)
I just think your style excludes (I just won't let you waste my time)
The part that really matters (no, I won't let you waste my time)

Don't get me wrong
'Cause I don't mind you shouting
I Just think your style excludes the part