The View - Sour Little Sweetie lyrics
[The View - Sour Little Sweetie lyrics]
Always in the bad books
It’s not how it looks, born to be a pawn
End up being rooks
We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks, oh-ho
Whoa-ho!
I danced the heel off my black boot
The feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said
"There's no turning back"
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
I danced the heel off my black boot
The feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said
"There's no turning back"
Sour little sweetie
Little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?
And never into good looks
I know the mighty river
Was started with the babbling brook
I stomped my foot, the whole world shook
Firmly with the knowledge that this
Is not a fluke oh, no
I danced the heel off my black boot
The feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said
"There's no turning back"
Sour little sweetie, that is than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?
And so before you have to go
Though you tell me I don’t know
Oh where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
And Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Sour little sweetie
Little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you
Sour little sweetie
Little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?
It’s not how it looks, born to be a pawn
End up being rooks
We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks, oh-ho
Whoa-ho!
I danced the heel off my black boot
The feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said
"There's no turning back"
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
I danced the heel off my black boot
The feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said
"There's no turning back"
Sour little sweetie
Little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?
And never into good looks
I know the mighty river
Was started with the babbling brook
I stomped my foot, the whole world shook
Firmly with the knowledge that this
Is not a fluke oh, no
I danced the heel off my black boot
The feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said
"There's no turning back"
Sour little sweetie, that is than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?
And so before you have to go
Though you tell me I don’t know
Oh where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
And Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Sour little sweetie
Little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you
Sour little sweetie
Little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?