When I saw her standing there – fever cut hair She gave me a wink, all I did was stare She offered me a lager – how could I say no? We went to the bogs and I gave it a go
She thought I was playing – this ain’t no game Like a the others, she weren’t the same We went to the chippy to get some food She liked battered sausage, she battered mine too
She’s a right sort [x2]
The good times were here, me bird with a beer Passing out the fags, she showed no fear She knocked up a fry-up and served it in bed Beans on toast, mother’s pride bread
The lads gave the thumbs up, she said was great More than a bird, a real good mate I thought we’d be laughing all the fucking time Then she slung her hook, and she said I should sling mine
She’s a right sort Yeah, She’s a right sort
I don’t understand it – there’s no explanation What the fucking hell is going on?
She’s a right sort [x2] Fuck in hell She’s a right fucking sortTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
