The Whitlams

The Whitlams - 1995 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 1995

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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