From the floor you could see two pairs of Converse
Walking the street to street I look down, look at my feet, two feet They're worn out, white tip on beat to beat But there's hope in them There's nothing in my way You're sat where you were sat yesterday As I pretend to know what to say Saw you picking at your jumper's sleeve At your jumper's sleeve
If you're not ready Put the hair clips down If you're not ready Go and spit me out Spit me out
Sweet as the smell of June Your perfume, outside the toilet cubicle This bench wasn't built for two But it's good enough Feeling a hand astray You push and pull me another way Your hair pulled up in a ponytail Always chewing at your chewing gum At your chewing gum
From the floor you could see two pairs of Converse
If you're not ready Put the hair clips down If you're not ready Go and spit me out Spit me out
If you're not ready Put the hair clips down If you're not ready Go and spit me out Spit me out
Don't, don't, don't, don't Go, go, go, go Go chewing me up Don't, don't, don't, don't Go, go, go, go Go chewing me up Don't, don't, don't, don't Go, go, go, go Go chewing me up Oh no
If you're not ready Put the hair clips down If you're not ready Go and spit me out Spit me out
Spit me out Spit me out Spit me out Spit me out Spit me out Spit me out Spit me out Spit me outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
