Light up another cigarette
With a pouncer by your side
Consume you with more regret
Does the wind burn in bright?
As you walk through the dancefloor past another mob
Too drunk to dance but I bet he give you though
He knows one night
Just ain't enough
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 him everything, those
White lies
The kind of ones that get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran' on a Sunday afternoon
Did your teacher mock your Rover?
Because they can be very hard
If you got time to be out at night, love
Breaking drunken hearts
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 him everything, those
White lies
The kind of ones that get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran' on a Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon
Oh yeah
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells him everything, those
White lies
The kind of ones that get you in the papers
The ones written by your gran on a Sunday afternoon
White lies
She said that she was seventeen, it's
alright until she tells him everything, these
White lies
The kind of ones that 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

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