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Arab Strap
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The Smell Of Outdoor Cooking
Lyricist:Malcolm Bruce Middleton, Aidan John Moffat
I take in the smoke from the barbecue I swallow my own cheap booze I try not to look at your legs As little boys play in big girl's shoes
I play their games and take them walks I make jokes about feeling clucky And I make myself drunken dreams But first I'd have to get lucky
I know it didn't mean a thing I just pretended it's a joke I say I saw you topless but I keep quiet About that business with the poke
The smell of outdoor cooking Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The bevy's gone to my head Please don't bend over like that It makes me wonder what we'd be like in bed
Get your fingers out, my friend Did you think the same as me? As we stood there in the kitchen We were talking about having kids And as usual I did my bit of bitching
You know that I don't want a girlfriend I just wanted someone to fuck Just someone to pass the time with When it's coming up for the chuck Keep your fingers out, my friend
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