You know you can be quite annoying
When you don't let [bad word] around
Cause we're in trouble again
Throwing up some empty bottles out of the window
Right on the ground

And everything's gotta be as I've expected
And the soles of your shoes being reflected
In the puddles of the local park
And the dog that was used to bark when I pass by
Is now gone away

Let's go down the street and have some cola
Share the can with me so the prints of your lips touch mine inside your daddy's van
And my hands around your neck and under your polo

I've got that feeling [bad word] down the Penny lane
That you might have known me before
Maybe I was on an old photo from a train
In my old hoodie from the corner store

And I hope you'll see my face
Reading between the lines in the certain place
And my fingers in the lace of your hair make me feel all fine