Johnny Flynn - Leftovers lyrics
[Johnny Flynn - Leftovers lyrics]
I've been drooling at some
Mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices make a lot
Of noise inside my head
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a
Smile from a fish without it's brine
Been hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam from
A girl with long brown hair
And she said her name was Mary May
And she liked the springtime most
She said she left her
Meals half-ate, she said
And she left the crusts on toast
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
She'd been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't mind
Said the second place is just my style
Like glasses for the blind
I felt she was keen to come
And I knew I'd met my match
And I was sure that I had locked the
Door and she had dropped the latch
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
I said, "Bring your dark
Eyes, honey" she said, "You bring yours"
Said I don't take second glances and
She walked out the door
I walked after her, waved her down
And asked her why she left
She said she only dealt leftovers and
That all else felt like theft
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
If you see her
Say hello she'll be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled
Her heart is ruled by forces off the maps
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a
Smile from a fish without it's brine
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices make a lot
Of noise inside my head
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a
Smile from a fish without it's brine
Been hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam from
A girl with long brown hair
And she said her name was Mary May
And she liked the springtime most
She said she left her
Meals half-ate, she said
And she left the crusts on toast
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
She'd been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't mind
Said the second place is just my style
Like glasses for the blind
I felt she was keen to come
And I knew I'd met my match
And I was sure that I had locked the
Door and she had dropped the latch
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
I said, "Bring your dark
Eyes, honey" she said, "You bring yours"
Said I don't take second glances and
She walked out the door
I walked after her, waved her down
And asked her why she left
She said she only dealt leftovers and
That all else felt like theft
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
If you see her
Say hello she'll be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled
Her heart is ruled by forces off the maps
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a
Smile from a fish without it's brine
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for a bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine