Tom Odell - Son of an Only Child lyrics

Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming
Ten pounds on the side, baby sitting nice
She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight
She lets me stay up 'til we see headlights
And sugar drops go the extra mile
When you're the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah

Saturday night and I'm drinking
Some guy at the bar's got
Me thinking I'm cross oh, I'm cross
Hold me back
Hold me back like I'm about to attack
Oh, I'm yours and I'm fucking wild
I'm the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

And I feel like celebrating
And they're already decorating
Sticking on the other draft, no doubt
And the baby boomer's crying
'Cause his champagne flute is dying
Sticking on the other draft, out of shame

Taking all the toys off the counter
You've got something special about you
So come on, smile you're such a mess
How can you be sad when
You're simply the best? Let's run away
In your daddy's car
I'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart
I'm a rocket man and I'm a juvenile
I'm the son of an only child oh, yeah
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah