You're just like plasticine being moulded into a libertine dreamer
I feel so sorry for you
If you were 13 i'd let you off but you're not and you should know better
I'd gather my thoughts on a notepad with a parker pen and write you a letter but,
Theres not enough paper in the world
Theres not enough paper in the world have you heard all your friends go

All the words they seem to know
All the words in your songs go

You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine
Please vacate this city of mine

I only wish you had the songs to back up your talk, it's all wrong
But we know that's not the case, rather show your face
In an ancient bar that nobody goes in
Because they serve sub-standard gin
Nobody goes in there
Did you win? Did they ask? Well no one cares

All the words they seem to know
All the words in your songs go

You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine
Please vacate this city of mine

You're just like plasticine being moulded into a libertine dreamer
I feel so sorry for you
If you were 13 i would let you off but you're not you should no better
I'd gather my thoughts on a notepad with a parker pen and write you a letter but,
Theres not enough paper in the world
Theres not enough paper in the world have you heard your friends they go

You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine, please vacate this city of mine
You've got an ok jacket but you've got no spine, please vacate this city of mine