Johnny Foreigner - If I'm the Most Famous Boy You've Fucked, Then Honey, Yr in Trouble lyrics
Johnny Foreigner [Alexei Berrow, Kelly Southern, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Lewes Herriot]
[Johnny Foreigner - If I'm the Most Famous Boy You've Fucked, Then Honey, Yr in Trouble lyrics]
Your shirt's all stained with blood
At least those talons held you up
And over so you understood
It never was the clubs you chose
The lines they let you cut
Let the gossip kids go fuck themselves
It's all they'll ever get
I guess it's going to be
A wasteland now you're gone
I want to be sat in parks
With girls in sunglasses and cocktails
I want the casual confidence grown
Through knowing your own streets
So close your eyes
(Burnt out on the bright lights)
This is Berlin, this is NYC (Again)
Oh close your eyes
(I get burnt out on the bright lights)
And tonight is all we have
But this this is your summer
I want to get so displaced I
Don't notice that the scenery's shifting
Let the dusk cast shadows and shadows
Cast spells in your own streets
So close your eyes
(Burnt out on the bright lights)
This is Cape Town, this is Tokyo (Again)
Yeah close your eyes
(I get burnt out on the bright lights)
And tonight is all we have
You know how jealous exes get
You never stood a chance
Your old friends talk about it
They're convinced that it was planned
For all your blushing sentiment
They'll never understand:
You take the chance to get out while you can