The Courteeners
The Courteeners - Finest Hour songtekst
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If I gave you my finest hour Would you stick around? Cause I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes To the girls who just leave town One got married and one had kids One out-priced me in West Dids And when I see her I try and make amends She put her foot down in her fella's Benz You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that It's a fact One did one to Echo Park With an old pen-pal whose now an oligarch She sent my boxes one by one I'll Fed-Ex his Xmases at once And as I unpacked the Eric shirt And The National prints from the last concert I thought I'll probably never see that girl again You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that It's a fact You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that It's a fact