Bubbles

She's got the Buck's Fizz
In one hand
But she ain't making her mind up
She's got nowt planned
For tonight
She's alright
She can get off with anyone that she likes

She's ready for another
But she can't decide who
It's like playing the lottery
Maybe it'll be you
You can hope
She can cope
With a sub par excuse
For a bloke

She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles

Maybe it's the
Fake tan or the
Painted nails
Or the way she does her hair
All the small details
They make you want her
You're going under
Her spell

She's got you
Wrapped up
Around her little finger
With nothing but a passing glance
Oh She can bring ya
To your knees
Oh please
Darling will you stop being
Such a tease

She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles

She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles
She's blowing bubbles



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Pemberton
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