The 1975 - 102 lyrics
[The 1975 - 102 lyrics]
Smoked six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago
Said, "Well I, I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face
Looks when I'm arguing with you"
And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you I'm not
Half as bad as what you've been told
And when I knock at a hundred and two
And I see your pyjamas
I can't stop smiling at you
That's why we're here
We're at the common again
I've been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin
I said, 'Well I, I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you're yapping on about him"
But on this shirt I found your smell
I just sat there for ages contemplating
What to do with myself
I called you up at a hundred and two
We just sat there for ages
Talking about that boy what was
Getting on to you