Courteeners - Whites Of Her Eyes lyrics

The whites of her eyes
They were showing again
She was dancing on the tables at ten past ten
She looked like an out of work actress
Who'd be lucky, to see twenty-three
I only met this girl six months ago
She got me in the grip and
She will not let go
I asked her if she'd like a drink
She stops, spins on her heels and winks at me

La la la la la la la la la oh!
La la la la la la la la la oh!

I've seen this type of thing before
London girl turns up
Northern lad on the floor
You can tell it's not the first time
And it definitely won't ever ever
Ever be the last
Twinkle toes in her white plimsoles


Legs up to the skies like fireman's poles
You can tell she'd had a very
Entertaining past as she goes

La la la la la la la la la l oh!
La la la la la la la la la oh!
As she burns a three by
Four on the dance floor

Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh!

The whites of her eyes are showing again
The whites of her eyes are showing again
The whites of her eyes are showing again
The whites of her eyes are showing again
The whites of her eyes
The whites of her eyes
The whites of her eyes
The whites of her eyes

La la la la la la la la la l oh!
La la la la la la la la la l oh!
La la la la la la la la la l oh!
La la la la la la la la la l oh!