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Sippin red wine Chilling in the cloakroom Black eyes No I won't approach you I don't mind If you get a little closer to me (Yeah, yeah) And I think I
they say so And even when they do, it's so hard for me to go While some others at the cloakroom and some others out the door We gon' keep on going in
how it started now The curtain's already fallen, the public cloakroom's empty now The city's woefully sleeping, they see the film beforehand
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it up Up, up, give it up I can't
And the ladies in the cloakroom Take no notice of me I wish myself was back at home But there's nothing safe in watching TV There's something born tomorrow
And the ladies in the cloakroom Take no notice of me I wish myself was back at home But there's nothing safe in watching TV There's something born tomorrow
years older than us So I smashed him in the mush with the cloakroom stool I got six of the best and suspended from school But it was worth it with
cloakroom What's the story what What Yeah What's the story, and what's the craic You, don't, know me That's a fact What's the story, and what's the craic
scrimmagin' a thimble rig Pick it when they pivotin' the pigskin is soul food Absconder over yonder slip a garment from the cloakroom Harbingers of close doom
butt up out my room I got the white in foil if you got the spoon Got my coat with the shit in the cloakroom All the hoes on pause now I resume Good kid,
no, no, no, no... The cloakroom was not dark anymore. Candles, were burning there, thousands of candles. I had to stop her, I had to stop her. Suddenly
yeah Know you more than local yeah I hoped to yeah I hoped to yeah I wrote through notes to understand the cloakroom Itching let it poke you I can count
Yeah yeah I was wasted In the cloakroom When I was saying, can you drop your digits now? One and all 'Cause you are not the only one I'm talking
never late, but I won't come early We'll keep our fun going from the ballroom To the cloakroom, to the truck Even though there won't be enough headroom
I was in the foyer You were in the cloakroom Fingers in the pockets Someone should've warned you Why you gotta be when all you do is bring me Down
winning chef Not to be missed Before we begin Could everyone please Leave their opinions and children at the cloakroom 'Cos no one wants to hear them,
away from more Cloakroom, coat, door No single goodbye from her And I am falling to pieces Like sugar in your cup, like castle from sand So far, too
time Hands down low but of course it's fine Heartbeat loud but we awful quiet And when we get mine that's a cloakroom riot Everybody get down low in
people go home Hands them their coats Wondering where they're from She sometimes tries them on Under the cloakroom lights The dancehall girl She stacks up
like to say hello To all the other brollies in the cloakroom While I'm learning in my classroom? You can listen in While I master long division
a different road. Truly she would try it all. Leave your head in the cloakroom, and leave your heart at the door Oh Trudy, Trudy You touch the untouchable Cos
And the ladies in the cloakroom Take no notice of me I wish myself was back at home But there's nothing safe in watching tv There's something born tomorrow
a little catchup Half an hour later we were getting mashed up Didn't have my phone 'coz my bag was in the cloakroom Bloody typical of you to make your mind
we know it Some people beefing in the cloakroom But we don’t even notice Our eye fucking is the focus So much unspoken but we know this We both
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