The Whitlams

The Whitlams - 1999 lyrics

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My sweet thing is pretending
Does a fine line in deception
What night did she fall
Or does it mean more
To know what I did the night before 
There's nothing I can do
No way that I can hurt myself 
My sweet thing reveals nothing
Does a fine line in deception
My sweet thing is pretending
Caught her on the phone last night 
There's nothing I can do
No way that I can hurt myself
There's nothing I can say
And I'll be going out tonight 
It's 1999
You can talk to beggars to feel alright
You got a hundred dollar bill to spend tonight
Her husband's in Florida looking for life
While a drunk Australian's in bed with his wife
You're allergic to cats, you better crash out
Here's an American sleeping pill in your mouth
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Language: English

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