White Lies
Light up another cigarette
With the pounsin(?) by your side
Consume you with morning gret
Does the wind burning bries
As you walk trough the dancefloor past another mob
You trop to dance but I ain't give you low
He knows one night
Just day you know
But he's gonna take you home
If you don't tell him he'll never know
About those
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
Did you teach your n' ma kid own head
Because they can't be very hard
If you got time to glad a night low
Brake you drunken hights
You'll gonna tell him, it's a screw night or your
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon
You know that
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
With the pounsin(?) by your side
Consume you with morning gret
Does the wind burning bries
As you walk trough the dancefloor past another mob
You trop to dance but I ain't give you low
He knows one night
Just day you know
But he's gonna take you home
If you don't tell him he'll never know
About those
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
Did you teach your n' ma kid own head
Because they can't be very hard
If you got time to glad a night low
Brake you drunken hights
You'll gonna tell him, it's a screw night or your
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon
You know that
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells in everything those
White lies
They kinda wants to get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
The ones written by your gran on a sunday afternoon
Credits
Writer(s): Robin Loxley, Jay Hawke
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