Thea Gilmore - People Like You lyrics
[Thea Gilmore - People Like You lyrics]
Sex is the open sesame to a rich man's eyes
And I am not prepared to be patronised
To compromise, to sanitise
My ugly tongue cold eyes
And babe you know you'd
Better watch those incriminations
Watch what those fingers do
'Cause life has a funny way
Of pointing those fingers back at you
And she can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life
Is blue and stained with
People, people like you people like you
And sweetheart I think you should let
Me hold your grudge for you
I’m a little better qualified and
A lot more willing too
And she just sit's there looking
Vacant like they always do
Well you never know anyone, anyway
I never even knew myself, myself until today
Now my life's a newspaper with
Some pages blown away
And she can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life
Is blue and stained with
People, people like you people like you
What does this what does this
What does this smile what does this
What does this what does this smile
What does this what does this
What does this smile do for you?
Does it do it for you?
She can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life
Is blue and stained with
People, people like you people like you
Well, do people like you?
Like they’re not supposed to
Well, I said I
Oh, I know so many people like you
And I am not prepared to be patronised
To compromise, to sanitise
My ugly tongue cold eyes
And babe you know you'd
Better watch those incriminations
Watch what those fingers do
'Cause life has a funny way
Of pointing those fingers back at you
And she can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life
Is blue and stained with
People, people like you people like you
And sweetheart I think you should let
Me hold your grudge for you
I’m a little better qualified and
A lot more willing too
And she just sit's there looking
Vacant like they always do
Well you never know anyone, anyway
I never even knew myself, myself until today
Now my life's a newspaper with
Some pages blown away
And she can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life
Is blue and stained with
People, people like you people like you
What does this what does this
What does this smile what does this
What does this what does this smile
What does this what does this
What does this smile do for you?
Does it do it for you?
She can be a hole in the mattress
Of a back alley bedroom
Where each frame of her life
Is blue and stained with
People, people like you people like you
Well, do people like you?
Like they’re not supposed to
Well, I said I
Oh, I know so many people like you