Sinéad

Well I spent my schooldays, looking at her skirt
That's probably why you failed your leaving cert
We used to go dossin' down by the river
If she marries him I'll never forgive her
I never liked him, a bit of a pup
He used to go hurling training with his wrist taped up
All talk he couldn't hold his beer
He had a Honda Civic in 6th year
His father was rich, his mother was posh
They went to private school, they both played squatch
But do they know you're a farmers daughter?
I knew ye back when you were teenage and awkward
At the back of school, smoking fags
I should of thrown the head and carried your bag

Ah Sinéad, what are you doing going out with him?
That lad's only a pup, his father was the same before him
Ah Sinéad when are you going to get some sense?
He's gonna mess you 'round again
And the whole place feckin' knows it

I heard he cheats on his exams
He has DM'ed every girl on Instagram
There's a change in your accent
Change in your hair
You only went to UCD 'cause he went there
Met your new friends, I couldn't get a word in
They don't look like they'd be much good at hurling
The guy's got his Daddy's money to spend
But when you were locked, I saw him shifting your friend

Ah Sinéad, what are you doing going out with him?
That lad's only a pup, his father was the same before him
Ah Sinéad when are you going to get some sense?
He's gonna mess you 'round again
And the whole place feckin' knows it
Oooh

Oooh

Now here we are
Back in town
It's 3 AM and we're just hangin' around
You look beautiful beneath the stars
(You're not just saying that now, 'cause you had a few jars)
I still have your number in my phone
If you say the words I'll walk you home

Ah Sinéad, what are you doing going out with him?
That lad's only a pup, his father was the same before him
Ah Sinéad when are you going to get some sense?
He's gonna mess you 'round again
And the whole place feckin' knows it
Oooh

Oooh



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Writer(s): Jonathan Mcmahon, John O Brien
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