I've got my headphones in and I can see what's going on I won't take them out ‘cause I can do Without the fuss Why does this happen every time That I travel Every time I'm on the last bus The scream of the girl with her heels In her hand And her optimistic fella that thinks he's Got the chat Going ‘round smashing bottles trying to Impress her Does she really think he's all that?
Bowling Green Lane's a place you don't Wanna be alone If it's a packed out ride I think I'd rather Walk home Don't look around keep Your eyes locked On your phone ‘Cause Bowling Green Lane's a place you Don't wanna be alone
I've got a twenty in my wallet and it's Pissing down with rain Gotta funny feeling I'll need The right change This matey behind me is getting Proper feisty Is this really happening again? One drink too many and He's struggling to think Yapping in my ear and it's becoming Such a pain Agitations rising, fists begin to tighten Welcome to Bowling Green Lane Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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